Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's Us, 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
That's Us |
| Bait face, pull up in disguise |
| Let a nigga know that’s us |
| Back that spin out the ride |
| Let a nigga know that’s us |
| Corn fly, better know that’s us |
| Bodies drop, better know that’s us |
| Bait face, pull up in disguise |
| Let a nigga know that’s us |
| Back that spin out the ride |
| Let a nigga know that’s us |
| Corn fly, better know that’s us |
| Bodies drop, better know that’s us |
| Like all them bootings in the drive |
| Niggas already know that’s us |
| We been taking trips, we being doing hits |
| There’s nothing for you to discuss |
| If I hear there’s opps |
| See I be round there in a rush |
| We live life comfy |
| But lately, alie it’s been rough |
| Six shots in that .44 |
| And you the 6 gon' buss' |
| Bro got twenty-five in the MAC |
| We gon' crash it off, that’s us |
| And we ain’t come causing a fuss |
| We get crashin' in the field then dust |
| And that’s just us |
| Still out here being bad luck |
| Still out not giving two fucks |
| Still putting guns in trucks |
| Cos only in skengs we trust |
| So you better stay far from us |
| Soon free my drillers, soon free my killers |
| Yeah freedoms a must |
| Bait face, pull up in disguise |
| Let a nigga know that’s us |
| Back that spin out the ride |
| Let a nigga know that’s us |
| Corn fly, better know that’s us |
| Bodies drop, better know that’s us |
| Bait face, pull up in disguise |
| Let a nigga know that’s us |
| Back that spin out the ride |
| Let a nigga know that’s us |
| Corn fly, better know that’s us |
| Bodies drop, better know that’s us |
| On the most once again |
| And we’re revving up somewhere far |
| Loads of amm in the air |
| These times, man’s got bare grub in the car |
| I need those shares, I need more lines |
| Anywhere, close or far |
| Smokeski’s cutting up white, man’s cutting up chalk |
| Bro got bricks like a builder |
| I fuck with that peng white girl |
| TT shit, move your Matilda |
| Trap house living, surrounded by rocks |
| Like Freddy and Wilma |
| This white girl’s too peng |
| This white girl don’t need no filter |
| Pull up in the opps' stolen trucks |
| And I pull up in my lige one |
| Fifty shots in that mop, that clip is a big one |
| Roll up a big one |
| We put skengs in four door trucks |
| Hoping to hit one, hoping to wig one |
| We put skengs in four door trucks |
| Hoping to hit one, hoping to wig one |
| You don’t know all the miles I’ve done |
| You don’t know all the trips I’ve did |
| You don’t know all the stains I’ve hit |
| You don’t know all the packs I’ve flipped |
| You don’t know how the skengs them kick |
| Do road, ten toes in my Nike air kicks |
| I make bands and I save that shit |
| I make bands and I spend that shit |
| I make bands and I spend that shit |
| Spend it, gang |
| All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that |
| Free C Rose, free D Rose |
| Free Mental K |
| You get me? |
| Free SJ, gang |