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milly rock remix - 67 lyrics

[intro]
asap: f-ckin…drillers…trappers
dimzy: jumpout gang
asap: ching mandown on the mains…. maud
mischief: gang sh-t, 67 out ‘ere..jumpout gang..c-rose..free my n-ggas innit
ld: aight aight aight
mischief: free the guys, free slows..free trap
ld: free f-ckin drillers, uhh?
mischief: free bonez..free skeng
ld: f-ck you feel like?, man drill man normal
mischief: sh-t den
ld:60

[verse 1: r6]
in the trap house with steve, when i’m cutting that raw with the light
put that all into notes got deals like three for 25
runnin’ through the field with some rocks
dasheen, i was runnin’ for my life
bummy n-ggas talkin ’bout bricks
tell the opps man trappin’ ain’t live (live)
they’re just rich on insta, do it for the girls and the likes
free sizz, f-ck the pigs, was made for an itch, free the guys
you ain’t came to no block with no mad ting
leavin his friend on the drive
manna came to your block on a gang ting, saw 3 then he saw 9
opps them feel so power so power when i turn up in mine
box me in the face with a rambo
call me an opp, i woulda ching man’s eye
said he stuffed 2 in a b-tch
but it only popped once, so he couldn’t if he tried
run up on a young boy
2 different guys try run off trip up then slide
things and stuff on our hip
that’s a pole tryna do man dirty in a ride
if you free never knock that door sh-t
then don’t think that you woulda seen life
things and stuff when i hit
that’s a pole tryna do man dirty in a ride
if you free never knock that door sh-t
then don’t think that you woulda seen life

[verse 2: asap]
i’m in the t house and i’m countin’ thousands
i’m gettin’ money, you ain’t though you just rappin’ ’bout it
whip-whip, got the water runnin’ like a water fountain
my n-gga smoksi cuttin’ shapes when he’s baggin’ ounces
i will chef man down and smoke weed then laugh about it
67 we some savage n-ggas, no way around it
polled up, lookin’ for the opps and we f-ckin found them
they were dashin home like they left suttin’ on the stove
‘016, new year someone’s got a go
let’s lurk with the 4’s out, long nose with chunky stones
r-ss a n-gga like ammi’ smoke
peng ting wanna do the gang
put my d-ck straight down her throat

[verse 3: dimzy]
pcd on the backroad, same way do it on a high street
.44 spins in the car, but j had the .45 spins in the taxi
jumpout gang, skrr, bang ,drivers whippin’ it manually
bare f-ckboys on the net wanna talk this talk
man’ll grab it gradually
whip out the 4-seat bare man dash
trip up, and drop all 4s
just put 4’s and stones in my hands them tired
bare cling on the floor
still do 6 for fifths, and 34 score
4-door german, 4 man glidin’
in there, there’s two .44’s
what’s all the banter? mans still slidin’
hammers and dingers galore
free doggy, free bonez, free k, free slowz
they’re like how do you rap like that?
on a motes with bro smokin dope
like how do you trap like that?
this music tings kinda poppin’
like how’d you get the fans like that?
i put food on scales put stones in cling
i get bands like that
i’m like free all the guys
man bring em all back, bring em all back
bro with the 4 doing drills
like how’d you make it crash like that?
you don’t wanna get hit with this corn
you don’t want it to be like that
more than 20 man in the can
but they gon be right back
but they gon be right back

[verse 4: ld]
my n-ggas f-ck up the opps
my long d f-ck up the thot
just got work from the plug
now watch me f-ck up the this spot
bros got t that’s raw and i just got stones for the 4s
opps still do diss tracks
front face man, go check your scores
whip that skeng out again
i slap someone for my friend and i swear i will do it again
wiggy went jail for a murder, i swear i ain’t seen him again
he’s gonna come home one day
and i swear imma throw him a 10
look, you’re not realer than gang
skengs in a transit van
you shouldn’t even question this sh-t
he either got smoked or he ran
take risk and prosper, everyday manaman trap
he was talkin’ smack ’til my guy blew out his back
gang

[verse 5: mischief]
first off let me say f-ck feds
my life’s at risk, so i step with skengs
they took 5 bands and like 28 z’s
but i still push food and my stack looks ment’s
what you know about drills in the trap?
them man gettin’ #burst
them man gettin’ #whacked
they ain’t smokin’ none
bro don’t make those straps
a bro ma with the squorch really tryna blow that back
doin’ drill then bake, shoot clips like a movie i could only get one take
lil t whip grub, i mix that bosh with flake
ring trap from the a.m., hot-line bling like drake

[verse 6: ktrap]
i can’t really trust these soldiers
there’s too many snakes and i’m to real for this
they say they bang and you n-ggas won’t draw for sh-t
you bang grab and fill the clips
i make grands but i’m tryna make a mil from it
put the microwave on, there’s no meal in it
just bowl of flake, no milk in it
i put work all they gave us, they start tilted it
the n-ggas talk ’bout trap cus they hit one z sell
my stacks large but it could be way better
this year i’m aimin’ for xl
might buy kettle after my next sale, send off 100 xl
or a new pump action, 6 shot
with some burgundy green and red belt
i can’t stand that fed smell
them man work with .32’s, but the shotty come xl
i bring the dots on any block, i milly rock and i scr-pe that pot

[verse 7: monkey]
hilly block, grip the mash, lurk to your block
manna cowboy, grip the 4s i’m tryna take his top
whip-whip, bro scr-pe the pot
make money need all the gwop
10 toe on any block, free the whole gang man f-ck a cop
anywhere, anyone
dum dums hit everyone

[outro: monkey]
let’s lurk b-tch, .44s and sh-t
alla that alla that

- 67 lyrics

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