| Squad
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| From kway back then likkle yout' fam I learned how to rob
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| Ring trap, ring trap, manaman sell Whitney and Bob
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| 67 ain’t a gang, it’s a family, something like a mob
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| Bang for my bro, bang for my blood nonstop
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| Got drillers that lurk with the mop
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| You don’t wanna see LD with that spinner that barks like a dog
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| Slip or slide, slip then you’re gonna get got
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| Put smoke in the ride let’s lurk I’m tryna hit em with the dots
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| Vamping
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| 5am with the gang, blowing loud on a gang ting
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| Finnessing the game like Messi
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| Whenever 67's in the rave manaman blow loud so the club’s so smelly
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| Pengting tryna act prestige in the corner but man know she a jezzy
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| Money don’t sleep at all
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| I link my plug then chop it all up
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| Hit the market and set up my stall
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| My young boys get in them bands
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| They said trapping man fuck that school
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| Dropped two packs off kway
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| Told my runners «Don't fuck up at all»
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| I get bands that’s cool
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| From trapping, shows and making new tunes
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| Kitties dem love my stones
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| Shooters and trappers and pengtings love my tunes
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| From way back we fucked up the roads
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| Skengs on peds, skengs in a 4 door too
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| Dotty on the ride from way back
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| 32 spinners and bro we had a 44 too
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| Now we got a chopper with 50
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| You don’t wanna get hit with this corn
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| That’s 50 bells in this clip
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| Gun same size like a fucking chainsaw
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| Little man you won’t ever understand
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| Until you see the fucking size of the corn
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| 44 in a 4 door like 67k, what, where? |
| Hold corn
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| Gang
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| Since LD’s here who cares if Scribz on a ban
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| Suttin got touched round there now there’s bare feds where man hang
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| How you fucking with dem man there and claiming that we’re fam?
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| Well you’ll soon learn that can be dodgy
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| Free Wig got locked for a body
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| Ain’t seen him since '011
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| Them days we got stashed with a shotty
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| You better just mean it and do it
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| When I raise that mash, no time to say sorry
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| Young boys on the block trapping on volks these days
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| Who cares about colly
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| You don’t wanna see Liquez with a skeng
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| That there’s nothing but danger
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| That’s churches, suits and ties
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| And family singing «away in a manger»
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| Had am you were smoking on cheese
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| Calm down you don’t know about flavours
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| Need a steak and rice
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| Got this thing on my waist, don’t care
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| Still going through flavours |