Lyrics Serious Nights - 67, Dimzy, SJ

Serious Nights

Don’t get stabbed up then panic up when you’re blood’s spillin'
I’m a fuckin' savage, certified villain
If it ain’t bootings, then man tryna shred these niggas
I don’t ride with pumps or dickheads
Fuck these bitches, man’s more in love with figures
I’m in OT tryna get rich off pissheads
They love then deal, they say they’re wicked
Bro got snow but man needs a hard, so man needs to whip it
Stepped out naughty
Leg man down with a 40
Man don’t tell no porkie pies, got big carbine for the war zone
It’s that simple, you re-up and sell it, I sport it
So don’t act mental
If you’ve been on edge don’t force it
No halfway crooks, we full-timers we don’t know about forfeit
Big stars at night tryna fly this corn straight through man’s orbit
Back then no vehicles, we pushbiked it or walked it
And the 15 shot was there for sale so the mandem bought it, live cash
Let’s lurk, it’s gonna be a serious night
Man step with serious pipes
Or splash up the place with serious knives
All of my 60s work (Work)
Birds still fly like kites
Jewels like water and ice when my 60s drill so we cop them pipes
Let’s lurk, it’s gonna be a serious night
Man step with serious pipes
Or splash up the place with serious knives
All of my 60s work (Work)
Birds still fly like kites
Jewels like water and ice when my 60s drill so we cop them pipes
VVS on me, stays lit like a Christmas tree
We score on the opps, so you know that’s victory
See me and gang up in VIP
How come you lack?
Got them things on me
Blades in and out and watch man leak
You don’t wanna win man’s leaks
I never backed down from beef
I’m always on in these streets
All of the opps dem know about me
'Cause I done pressured them on these streets
674's all over the beef
If I back that shotty take a off his feet
You can ask the opps about grief
If we got outside and do a serious scratchin', the doctor’s gonna have to patch
him
My young nigga shoots but he’s shavin', give him big menthol patches
All of my 60s mashin', man get cash in, do a little splashin'
Ever said man said skengs dem crash, everyone’s talkin' 'bout crashin'
You don’t know about crashin'
Look at nines, .44, flatheads
Burgundy bells and the dots
But the black ones are the maddest
Thirty T shot, that’s a hazard
Lock off the road, cause traffic
Count 10 quid then I wrap it
I need me a hundred brackets
Let’s lurk, it’s gonna be a serious night
Man step with serious pipes
Or splash up the place with serious knives
All of my 60s work (Work)
Birds still fly like kites
Jewels like water and ice when my 60s drill so we cop them pipes
Let’s lurk, it’s gonna be a serious night
Man step with serious pipes
Or splash up the place with serious knives
All of my 60s work (Work)
Birds still fly like kites
Jewels like water and ice when my 60s drill so we cop them pipes