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Places Plus Faces, 67 still out here beating cases
Aigh, Aigh
Drillers
Gang, Sixty

I backpack that WAP bro, manbag that MAC
Man done took a trip to your flat
With them 4s them flatten stones got ?em clamped
Big men doing planking
Cause there's live ones in our WAPs
Don't pull manoeuvres in traffic
You'll get all the windows smashed
And niggas ain't tryna jog on man
They love pressing on gas
Free Snoopy, fresh home again
That's tracksuits and bands
Would've thought you'd put drills on clothes
We spent money on WAPs
Man way before we bought those WAPs
We spased out with shanks
And way before this music ting
I slept over in tracks
Cold nights in the traps
I was sitting down, pre-ing up snaps
Mum said I ain't seen you in weeks
Bae said when you coming back (soon)
Took hella risks on the streets
You don't know the meaning of gang

Big WAP I don't need no armour
Still slam pack with drugs from the plug
We don't need no farmer
Them niggas know what we ?bout
Anywhere gang's out we bring drama
Got beef and niggas to drill
So can't be out here worried about karma
I heard that he steps with the opps
If he steps with the opps, why should I not burst him
This rap boy still lurking
And the phone line still twerking
25 bands last month
Cause the sixties good with the wording
Got bro doing drillings mad ting
6 and the 4s MAs tryna serve him
I'm still out here rotting the rules like I got no life
You don't wanna see road with the bulldog barking
Giving out more than bites
Free Slows in jail he was flying them birds
And my bro's just flying the kites
I'm smoking cookie and serving this amm
Like I ain't gotta catch me a flight
Gang

I was raised in Brixton Hill
First gun I copped was a shotgun
No one taking trips down the hill
I don't know about them
But they know about us in the field
Cah if we ain't doing jookings
Then you know that'll defo be a drill
Like all my niggas wanna kill
They don't listen so they must feel
My killers ain't got no heart
My drillers ain't got no chill
I don't know about them but this game's rigged
Cause my heart is real
Pull up on the block, 4 man deep
And you know the deal
67 shoot with skills, spin ting spins like our wheels
And make sure he was holding still
67 shoot with skills, spin ting spins like our wheels
And make sure he was holding still

Aye, Gang
Aye, aye
Skrt round leave everything litty
Bro come to London city
Southwest my side be pretty
Brixton hill we party and sixties
Skeng on ped that sight is pretty
Skid around and spaz out silly
You don't know about gang, leave sixties
Big masheen out here be chilly
Ay, jugging, jugging for my mummy
F*** a bro man get muddy
10 toes, 10 toes down
Other side with that dotty
Hear the sirens getting closer
Man do the dashing and I'll hurry
My jury's them all so wild
Anywhere they lurk with that brucky
WAPS and corn my buddies
Bro money affi make my buddies
Big manbag on the lurk
Hell no I ain't going studies
WAP on me, big WAP on me
Just tryna dodge them undies
Young boy, set up shop
With a little bit of rice and curry