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Gang shit, 67
SRB seperation confirmed
OSG where it started
Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes five seconds
Brixton Hill
You understand? Woo

Step correct with that Mac
You know we dressed in all black
No funeral, no funeral, man's turning up tryna wap
Done a mad ting the other day, know man chill with bae in them flats
Them opp boys just run their mouth, they don't know nuttin' about waps
Gang shit on the stage
Gang shit on the pave'
Still cutting shapes in the rave
Yeah, bro creating the funkyhouse and my brudda C got the flake
Dip, dip, dip, dip, from qway dipping's been cray
From young niggas we rised up, how the f*** you think they got cake?
Keep my family close, that's fake
Love, I ain't sliding with snakes
67, add the 4 bitch, with the 40's dem, we don't play
Still the grubby yout' from OJ, I don't play

Man still step correct with them waps
I put my kicks on the concrete flats
See your face on the concrete, that
Big f*** off stones you can catch
I'm still in the flats with my gang
We got more skengs and we've got new plans
That means hella drills this year, hella saving bands
Work, stay wealthy, skrr, jog and stay healthy
Who's running shit? Please tell me
I'm on money, I love the Queen's face
If it's business then you can call me
Keep shit running, I beg you don't stall me
From coins to thousands unruly
Gang shit, turn up and party with smokies

Don't make a phone-call, get a man whacked
I'm comfy, getting in racks
Last year we got a few new waps
And we're riding for any little chat
Fling it in the ride, fling on the rap
I don't even know if it's Bis or Trap
Machine is a MizOrMac
That's twenty-five shots, he don't rep no gang
Skid around where you hang
Screaming out "60, Gang!"
I get paid 'cause all of these fans
But I'm still here dishing out amm'
Young drill of the year last year, I'll probably give it to Itch or Nam
They were stepping on their own last year, this year you'll probably see them with man
In the show, man turn up with gang
Stay ship, man f*** up the shanks
Everywhere pengtings screaming out "Gang!"
Anywhere, pengtings wanna do gang
Summer '16 I was ducking from the undies and THG vans
No face, no case, no way these Jakes can't prove who I am

Man still step correct with them waps
I put my kicks on the concrete flats
See your face on the concrete, that
Big f*** off stones you can catch
I'm still in the flats with my gang
We got more skengs and we've got new plans
That means hella drills this year, hella saving bands
Work, stay wealthy, skrr, jog and stay healthy
Who's running shit? Please tell me
I'm on money, I love the Queen's face
If it's business then you can call me
Keep shit running, I beg you don't stall me
From coins to thousands unruly
Gang shit, turn up and party with smokies