Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Do It, artist - 67. Album song Lets Lurk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix 7even
Song language: English
Just Do It |
Rise that mash up do it |
Many times that I’ve been through it |
Got loads of sweets no chewits |
On the point see his chest and chew it |
On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang tryna crash that corn right |
through him |
Got these lame ass boys tryna bread mans beef like they won’t get shot what |
they doing |
Stupid kids wanna bread mans beef i just bun man normal its nuttin' |
Hit base bill it up with russian |
I miss trap man free up my cousin |
Had skengs in the room bare searching then they never found nuttin their buzzing |
See I’ve never been rich and i need them bands so i risk my freedom its nuttin' |
I put skengs in the car tryna bun him |
They gone learn when this bullet here touch him |
I’m a handy man dont tell bout tools I’ve been gripping my shit from a youngen |
40s and trucks that shit is a must |
We ain’t tryna give no one a chance to come back |
Tryna turn em to dust |
Two of my niggas in jail for some killings |
Couple more for some drillings |
Opp shit in the field they be hitting civilians |
And they know that we’re winning |
Two of my niggas in jail for some killings |
Couple more for some drillings |
Opp shit in the field they be hitting civilians |
And they know that we’re winning |
Many times that I’ve been through it |
Hoops came home from a bird and he rid straight through it |
Bro still whip up the raw, millie rock that pot like its stew in |
44 teeth hit him up in his chest then chew him |
Do him go right through him |
Niggas ain’t on piss |
But you’re clenching fists |
I’ll cut up your knuckles and cut off your wrists |
I’m a smokey guy smoke loads of spliffs |
M had the ten doing loads of things |
44 in the car tryna slap mans skin |
We gone slide back through if we don’t see a |
Thing |
Cah my niggas love drilling we addicted and shit |
The other side talk to the fedz and shit |
Dry snitch and shit |
They talk to the pigs and shit |
Mans got corn for a snitch |
44 spin hold six |
Opp thots tryna do six,. |
Peng tings screaming out gang |
Got peng tings throwing up six |
Rise that mash up do it |
Many times that I’ve been through it |
Got loads of sweets no chewits |
On the point see his chest and chew it |
On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang tryna crash that corn right |
through him |
Got these lame ass boys tryna bread mans beef like they won’t get shot what |
they doing |
They should have never let me out |
Cah i won’t stop knocking opps out |
In HMP locked down |
Cah the judge know we got a opp down |
Man run when we jump out |
Niggas know that we got a gun out |
Bro lets lurk on the block hella shots you be getting gunned down |
I never think just do it |
Say you gonna bang come do it |
If i say I’ma do it I do it |
Load it up cock it back then i shoot it |
That was jump out gang tryna crash that corn right through him |
Red rum when its us in the field are you stupid |
Every gun that we own know we use it |
Big rambo cut right through him |
And i dont even watch them niggas |
But they keep watching my movements |
Still winning his beef |
No point you was losing |
If i see any opp in my sights swear to God I’ma shoot them |
T-house running though stones |
Out here running through hoes |
44 holes chunky stones |
Breaking bones the pagans know |
My heads hot and my knife works cold |
Chef man down for my bros |
C rose will do it as well |
Bro got smoke as well |
Two bells and a rusty twelve |
Two L’s up when the six do road |
Live corn go straight through your chest |
Leave your back with exit holes |
My drillers they drill no joke |
Skengs on the block there’s loads |
Do it in a four door truck |
Or do it ten toes its nuttin' |
Six seven my brothers |
Circle small like buttons |
Violence and money we love it |
I’m fucking these hookers and coming |
Straight after I’m cutting |
I’m fucking these hookers and coming |
I ain’t inna the cuffing |
Gang! |
Rise that mash up do it |
Many times that I’ve been through it |
Got loads of sweets no chewits |
On the point see his chest and chew it |
On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang tryna crash that corn right |
through him |
Got these lame ass boys tryna bread mans beef like they won’t get shot what |
they doing |