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sb.tv - ld - warm up session lyrics

[verse 1]
these n-ggas think that they’re on
it’s time that i turn them off
in a german whip wid m
n-gga we burning pot
got a macker on deck and a four and a half still serving shots
any sign of the cops we swerving off
these n-ggas be trapping in music
n-gga i trap in real life
these n-ggas be banging the music
n-gga i bang on my life
had to smoke that amm to the dome
when i heard my n-gga got life
free wiggy but i’m still outside tryna lurk wid the guys
suttin soon drop, i got 25 bells for an opp
i remember that day so clear when we came through and suttin got shot
make a whole load of gwop, anytime bro throws me a box
in a 4 door truck with the dot
see jakes then i swerve and i’m off
i’ve been outside getting money in
any crop that was there, i was running in
m used to get mad
like ‘f-ck this ld we’re bunning him’
look when i got my man
not one of his bredrins was jumping in
look, we fry man
like roll on your block and start dumping things

[verse 2]
godd-mn monkey went jail that weren’t part off the plan
they’re saying 67’s a gang
but they’re more like my blood and my fam
they had a kid sitting in jail
cause i wrapped up an opp and he sang
more time a up on the hill
converting them grams in to grands
these hookahs they know who i am
so they’re sucking the whole load of gang
bout time i get paid for this sh-t
wanna feature then throw me some bands
feds know that we’re spitting the truth
so they went and put scribz on a ban
but i shout out to boogz and trap
cause there’s thots on a block some scrambz

[verse 3]
i see a boy run with his mash
i see a boy run with his jooker
looking for your girl these times
she was outside playing top hooker
don’t talk about mashes
we lost about 10 i know about cookers
pull up on the drive
yg with the mash the size of pulla
last time i saw donna had a mac
i could’ve blew your heart out your back
trap got bagged for a shooting and all now
he ain’t been back
they’re like “67 ain’t on sh-t”
i’m like “yeah yeah i hear all of dat”
till i pull up with sj
and he hop out the volvo and let that sh-t crash

this mac 10 in the car
these hookers know who we are
my akki brudda might bun you
and scream praise me to allah
like what the f-ck do you mean, 67 the team
my yung akks they’re wild as f-ck
and ain’t never been on no deen

suttin got hit with a 10
i flex with the skengs
and i break down bits on the ends
my big bro warned me
he said “make sure you know who’s your friends”
only f-ck with the 6
add a k get dropped like your friend

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