67 – This Side

That’s big 40s and chunky stones
Big bike, four door, real pushbike

These niggas ain’t comin’ round here
The pigs they be lookin’
Got money comin’ in hella ways
Got ‘dem crack rocks in the alleyway, the traps gotta pay
(I gotta run now)
Double tap, do him two times
Alla dat, alla dat
Won’t go around there ’cause 67 lurking
67 pens are bustin’
.44 corn just burn him
Lets lurk, two L’s up, get your bells up
Feds on my case won’t leave me alone

We don’t know about fist fights
67 pens are bustin’
[Hook: LD]

Lurkin’ ’round for a kill
Won’t go around there ’cause 67 lurking
I’ll slide on you anytime for bro

R6, yeah that’s my little nigga
Bro got tickets, said he sold out snow
5-0 on a nigga on the wing with a [?], fuck them
These niggas ain’t comin’ round here
.22 that’s a light toy
.44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust
No mileage, my Loobs’ are clean
Smashin’ out FIFA, 25
Look at my chest, look how it sits right
Tryna blend in like a white boy
Big spinner
Joogin’, joogin’, joogin’
Niggas ain’t comin’ round this side
Yeah my little nigga do you broad day
Guns, money, jugs

Trap hard ’til I’m dead up
She say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez
.44 corn just burn him
Swear these bruddas ain’t learning
I need hella rackets and food lines
Young days outside was cold
‘Til we love the beef, too hot, too cold
Best dash, duck and dive from these bells
67 gang, can’t source like we
[Hook: LD]
.44 corn just burn him
Hoes on my case won’t leave me alone

Or a backpack with a 12
What more can I say?
Look at my chest, look how it sits right
I get racks from trap ’cause I cut down bits and bobs of green
I get racks from rap ’cause right now we’re wrapping up the music scene
I’m smoking quickly, backwards roach
Versace hoes at my Balmain jeans
Niggas ain’t comin’ round this side
67 gang, can’t source like we
[Verse 2: ASAP]
[Intro: LD]
Big WAPS on the corner
Big guns, still gotta trade
[Verse 1: Monkey]
Won’t go around there ’cause 67 lurking
No mileage, my Loobs’ are clean
Guns, money, jugs
Splurgeboys

2 bells in that 12
Kway kway, with a hard pack
[Verse 5: Liquez]

Big heat for the cause
These niggas ain’t comin’ round here
[Verse 4: Dimzy]
She say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez
Huntin’ knife on a lurk
These niggas ain’t comin’ round this side
.44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust
Swear these bruddas ain’t learning
Gang shit sippin’ on some [?]
Versace hoes at my Balmain jeans
Green, orange, blue notes are pink, know it true say I love the queen
Swear these bruddas ain’t learning

Won’t go around there ’cause 67 lurking

Swear these bruddas ain’t learning
Scales out, clingfilm and stones
C Rose whippin’ up some yay
Big WAPS on the corner
If you’re talking tickets, yeah we sold out shows
Big bike, four door, real pushbike
.44 corn just burn him
I’m fly, you’re high like a drone
These niggas ain’t comin’ round here
Don’t know about ‘dem but I’m livin’ my dream
Splurgeboys
[Outro]
We don’t know about fist fights
These niggas ain’t comin’ round this side
Make a killin’ that’s every night
Long nose ting got me feelin’ like a cowboy