Lyrics Jackets - NEW GEN, 67

Jackets

You can’t trust everyone
That’s one thing I learned
Yeah, niggas don’t wanna be flying birds
But obviously man can’t do shows init
Feds wanna lock off man’s shows
So man’s trapped in the hood
They can’t stop the ting, the new generation
Sixty
Yo, it’s that Jump Out Gang shit, free the team
Even when I say hi to mums I’m strapped
Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it
Who’s over there in them jackets?
Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it
My driller with the spinner, of course he span it
Bro put 20 in the MAC, of course he rang it
Do or die for the 6
I mash work on the strip
Fuck with the bro, that’s a no-no
Man will lift up and empty the clip
Something for free like a promo
You should see how this 4's gon' flip
Mash work on your bro, no homo
It’s cool, might lift up a prick
Let’s lurk, let’s lurk
4-door with the gang, tryna put him in the dirt
Niggas scream «67k» don’t learn
Didn’t do shit when your brother got burned
44 corn full corn, should’ve hit him in the shirt
Should’ve hit him in the shirt (dropped him)
Been drilling from kwayback you weren’t
Push bike and bruck, let’s lurk
Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it
Who’s over there in them jackets?
Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it
My driller with the spinner, of course he span it
Bro put 20 in the MAC, of course he rang it
Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it
Who’s over there in them jackets?
Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it
My driller with the spinner, of course he span it
Bro put 20 in the MAC, of course he rang it
Back that skeng, put him in his place
Niggas know we don’t play games
44 long, kick-back strong
But we still let the automatic spray
Free Jigga J, he’s low but bait
Had 40's in cabs see his face front page
Big gun can cause an earthquake
Get shot down even on your birthday (dem man know!)
I’m still up in the A
Doing things I can’t say
I swear this music ting’s bait
I ain’t trying to catch no case
Get shot broad day
Main road bait face
I’m still with the same hitters
Some niggas have changed
Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it
Who’s over there in them jackets?
Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it
My driller with the spinner, of-course he span it
Bro put 20 in the MAC, of course he rang it
Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it
Who’s over there in them jackets?
Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it
My driller with the spinner, of course he span it
Bro put 20 in the MAC, of-course he rang it
I hit me a belly
I built me a link in the WV and it went so quick, free Prezi
I still crash on the opps, I’m ready
I made bands off the block already
And the feds wanna fuck up our music ting
Well the feds better be war-ready
These Luger 9s and these 4 stones will turn a Clark Kent to a Kelly
Wanna do tour with the bros, but the feds wanna pull up my car (like get out
the car!)
I wanna run but there’s smoke in my lungs, so I won’t get far
Talking 'bout drug charges, firearms (I don’t even know what you’re talking
about, officer!)
Probably pissed 'cause their daughters flex on my song
I get paid to talk firearms
New Park’s where man’s standing, feds pulling up on a random
All my niggas get bands in, then the fanbase expanding
Billboards, awards and shit, I get paid to talk this gang shit
Hoes on my case, I used to love it, now I can’t stand it
We got heat, big shits, watch it melt, you’re plastic
So fix up, 'cause I’ll pull and let go like elastic
Got chunky stones and R4s, how brilliant, fantastic
67 add a K, you’ll get left where you’re standing
Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it
Who’s over there in them jackets?
Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it
My driller with the spinner, of-course he span it
Bro put 20 in the MAC, of-course he rang it
Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it
Who’s over there in them jackets?
Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it
My driller with the spinner, of-course he span itBro put 20 in the MAC,
of-course he rang it