Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way Too Active, 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
Way Too Active |
Whippin' |
Big crossed the box of the white |
And his roly ain’t tickin' |
Anything for the bands |
Man I did a couple days, no kipping |
Put smoke on the road with gang |
Fam, I ain’t kidding |
Man re-up the skeng like a rhythm |
Same don OG, I don’t play |
Still the same nigga that will skeng man down in town in bay |
These niggas be talking to feds |
Man’s thinking what did they say |
Free, free K |
On the wing with food on the tray |
I remember that day |
When I phoned Jayden and he told me the mandem got locked up away |
Now Jayden’s locked up too, I’m thinking this shit is all cray |
Went to my cell on a gang ting |
off the spliff then I banged up my mate |
Went to my cell on a gang ting' |
off my spliff now I turn up with Dave |
My trap house brings all the cash in |
And free bro ten times |
Man, I hope that he walks for the work that he mashed in (free 'em up, |
free 'em up) |
I was with my friends with skengs and trucks when I should’ve been up in the |
Masjid |
We’re sliding out, sliding out |
Pulling up, crash in the madting |
I’m way too active |
I was in the trap ten days, no sheet on the mattress |
Gillette blade with cling, had to cut up the package |
This white girl’s too peng |
Ten out of ten, man, she way too attractive |
Real nigga shit, no acting |
Pull up right now and show man crashing |
Listen up man, it’s simple |
I get my paper up |
Slice a man for his G stacks |
Call that a paper cut |
Point blank when I blaze 'em up |
I’m beefing them boy if Tamer does |
More time than man say too much |
I’m James Bond with my golden gun |
James Bond on my own shit |
Trident, I don’t know shit |
No face equals no case |
And all in all they had no prints |
Listen up man, it’s simple |
I beat my nine up like Kimbo |
Don’t look into my window |
You’ll get it clearer than crystal |
Fam, what the fuck I look like |
No man ain’t ever robbed me in my life |
My mechanic come and I hype her |
Make her star shine in the light |
Rude boy you high off with the Buju (Banton) |
High off of the white (Damn) |
Think you can rob I |
You must’ve gone and lost your mind |
My trap house brings all the cash in |
And free bro ten times |
Man, I hope that he walks for the work that he mashed in |
I was with my friends with skengs and trucks when I should’ve been up in the |
Masjid |
We’re sliding out, sliding out |
Pulling up, crash in the madting |
I’m way too active |
I was in the trap ten days, no sheet on the mattress |
Gillette blade with cling, had to cut up the package |
This white girl’s too peng |
Ten out of ten, man, she way too attractive |
Real nigga shit, no acting |
Pull up right now and show man crashing |