Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lets Lurk, artist - 67. Album song Lets Lurk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix 7even
Song language: English
Lets Lurk |
| Turn up on your block, ten toes, man will do it, no plan |
| Man will do it, no plan |
| In four-door trucks, I took risks, man, soon gon' bring out the chopper in the |
| van (Skrr) |
| I was in the trap on Snapchat watching everybody turn up mad (mad) |
| Can’t lie, that shit got me mad but I was hugging up all them bands |
| Just done road with Snoopy (trap), bare Uncle Fest and amm' |
| Got my face all droopy, Bro got guap like Gucci |
| See him in Stoney, not Gucci (Gucci) |
| The ops used to laugh at my truck but they cut when they see that hooptie |
| (Skrr-skrr) |
| Whip that skeng out the coat, watch it sink like Susie (Bow) |
| Still pulling up, no messing (Pull up) |
| 67, my brothers |
| Spare no one for my bredrins |
| Bitches be loving the gang |
| You see it all over my mentions |
| Put things in the car, let’s lurk (All of that) |
| We ain’t looking for normal pedestrians |
| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?) |
| Got things on things and we lurky |
| Get bricks on bricks from the plug |
| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (Gang) |
| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How) |
| Got things on things and we lurky (Lurky) |
| Get bricks on bricks from the plug |
| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (All of that, all of that, all of that) |
| I’ve got mad hate for the undies |
| Moving like gyal, tryna cuff me (Dickhead) |
| .44 spin, that’s rusty (mad) |
| And the corn is chunky (Mad) |
| More time, I be in the trap |
| With Chris Brown and Rita Ora |
| All the in and outs |
| To go hit the cells, it’s hot like a sauna (Flame) |
| So I switch the trap |
| Flip the packs, I need all the mula (All of that, all of that) |
| Wagwan for the judge? |
| Done the mandem dirty (mad) |
| Free up my young G Pulloff (Free 'em) |
| Chopper on the ride, that’s lengthy (Mad) |
| Fifty shot, the skeng’s full up (Mad) |
| Niggas do the dash when man pull up (Dashing) |
| Still outside drilling (Out 'ere) |
| Bro’s came home from the jail, bought him a phone, then he made him a killing |
| Ops dem know where the hill is (Six), they ain’t come around here (No) |
| Raise both arms up figure eight, that’s two .44s in the air (Bow) |
| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?) |
| Bro whips that grub, man a whip that skeng |
| Got me feeling like Shirley (Whip) |
| Went from a twenty-five shot to a fifty shot |
| We don’t know about 30s (Yeah, all of that, all of that) |
| Any time I phone my plug |
| Better know that call’s nothing less than a birdie (All of that, all of that) |
| Put skengs in the car, then I phone my bro like, «Let's get lurky» |
| Still pulling up, no messing (Pull up) |
| 67, my brothers |
| Spare no one for my bredrins |
| Bitches be loving the gang |
| You see it all over my mentions |
| Put things in the car, let’s lurk (All of that) |
| We ain’t looking for normal pedestrians |
| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?) |
| Got things on things and we lurky |
| Get bricks on bricks from the plug |
| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (Gang) |
| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?) |
| Got things on things and we lurky |
| Get bricks on bricks from the plug |
| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (All of that, all of that, all of that) |
| Get low-down, tell a man straight |
| Man already know, 67 and H |
| Three, four, five, six, seven man rolled up |
| Three .45, 67, man ate |
| Man just rolled up, pepper then doughnut |
| Two .45s then severed man’s plates |
| Man’s just colder, everyone load up |
| 'Cause in this jungle, everyone’s apes |
| I want everyone’s cake |
| Man play hero? |
| Bury man’s cape |
| And there’s bare subliminal riders |
| So what’s everyone saying? |
| (man's sayin'?) |
| And man ain’t even on these games |
| But I noticed everyone’s playing |
| And I don’t even need no soldiers |
| Man know Hollowman’s spraying |
| I’ve never really been on that running shit |
| Niggas know Hollowman’s staying (Woof) |
| And way before all of this money shit |
| Niggas knew Hollowman’s name |
| They love it when I come on this gully shit |
| Niggas know Hollowman’s lane |
| They know a nigga bring that next level shit |
| Nigga, call me Hollowman Saiyan |
| Still pulling up, no messing (Pull up) |
| 67, my brothers |
| Spare no one for my bredrins |
| Bitches be loving the gang |
| You see it all over my mentions |
| Put things in the car, let’s lurk (All of that) |
| We ain’t looking for normal pedestrians |
| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?) |
| Got things on things and we lurky |
| Get bricks on bricks from the plug |
| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (Gang) |
| How you gonna do man dirty? |
| (How?) |
| Got things on things and we lurky |
| Get bricks on bricks from the plug |
| 'Cause you know that my team’s certi' (all of that, all of that, all of that) |