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67 - Milly Rock Remix Lyrics

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KTrap: Fuc***...drillers...trappers
Dimzy: Jumpout gang
Mischief: Gang shit, 67 out 'ere..Jumpout gang..C-Rose..free my niggas innit
LD: Aiaiaiai
Mischief: Free the guys, free Slows..free Trap
LD: Fuc*** drillers, ahh
Mischief: Free Bonez..free Skeng
LD: F*** you feel like?, Man drill man...60

In the trap house with Steeze when I crack that roll and then light
Put that all into notes got deals like three for 25
Runnin through the field with the rocks
Dasheen I was runnin for my life
Bummy niggas talkin 'bout bricks to the opps man trappin ain't alive
They're just rich on Insta, do it for the gyals and the likes
Free 6 f*** the pigs was made for an ick, free the guys
You ain't came to no block
We done mad ting, leavin his friend on the drive
Man ah came to your block on a gang ting, saw 3 then I 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'll ching man's eye
Said he stuffed 2 in the bitch
But they only popped once so he couldn't even try
Run up on a young boy
2 different guys try run off trip up and slide
Things and stuff on my hip
That's a pole tryna do man dirty in a ride
If you free never knock that door shit
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 shit
Then don't think that you woulda seen life

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 ni*** Smoksi cuttin shapes when he's baggin ounces
I will chef man down and smoke weed then laugh about it
67 we some savage niggas, no way around it
Pulled up, lookin for the opps and we fuc*** found them
They were dashin home like they left somethin on the stove
'016, new year someone's got a go
Let's lurk with the 4s out, long nose with chunky stones
Rass a ni*** like amne' smoke
Peng ting wanna do the gang, put my dick straight down her throat

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 fuckboys on the net wanna talk this talk
I'll grab it gradually
Whip out the 4-seat bare man dash
Trip up, and drop all 4s
Just put 4s and stones in my hands them tired
Bare cling on the floor
Studio 6, four-fifths, and 34 score
4-door German, 4 man glidin
In there there's 2 44s
What's all the banter, mans still slidin
Hammers and dingers galore
Free Doggy, free Bonez, free K, free Slows
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

My niggas f*** up the opps
My long D f*** up the thot
Just got work from the plug
Now watch me f*** 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 shit
Whoever got smoked he ran
Take risk and prosper, everyday manaman trap
He was talkin smack 'til my guy blew out his back
Gang

First off let me say f*** feds
My life's at risk, so I step with skengs
They took 5 bands and like 28 Zs
But I still push food and my stack looks 'mmense
What you know about drillers in the track?
Them man gettin hashtag burst
Them man gettin hashtag whacked
They ain't smokin none
Bro don't make those straps
A bro MA with the [?] 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

I can't really trust those soldiers there's too many snakes and [?] too young and rude for this
They say they bam and you niggas won't draw for shit
You bang grab [?] fill the clips
I make bands but I'm tryna make a mil from it
Put the microwave on there's no mil in it
You's a baller, you're fake
You're milkin it
I [?] work all they gave us, start [?] it
The niggas talk 'bout trap cus they hit one Z sell
My facts large but it could be way better, this year fam aimin for XL
My bike [?] next sale, [?] 100 XL
Bought a new pump action 6 shot
With some burgundy green and red belt
I can't stand that fed smell
Them man work one three 2s, but the shorty come XL
I bring the dots on any block, I Milly Rock when I scrape that pop

Hilly block, grip the mash, lurk to your block
Man a cowboy, grip the 4s I'm tryna take his top
Whip whip bro scrape the pot
Make money need all the gwop
10 toe on any block, free the whole gang man f*** a cop
Anywhere anyone
Dum dums hit everyone

Let's lurk bitch, 44s are the shit..Alla that alla that