67 – mad about bars [s4.e31] 歌詞


part 1


[verse 1: monkey]
really step with fryers
last work, man call that one niya
you’ve seen my black attire
my handting spiral like slim from the wire
selection of waps when the gang dem step
car or ped
don’t lose your head tryna diss on tracks
you might end up dead
shoutsout the plug, never run my supplier
6 gang tryna build an empire
nuttin’ like lucious, money and power
i need mils before i retire
free my bros on the wing in the tracky attire
the feds try say that the mandem conspired
they’re some big-big liars

[verse 2: ld]
they was tryna party at lotus
we was tryna rise that score
puttin’ waps on the block, tell the gang stay focused
bro said he heard them stutter then he smoked ’em
went home, billed one roachless
and i say mash it-
that one there is a bonus
last ones left, still making it happen
‘019, we got two new packs
let the young boys bag and slang ’em
i was in the cell with rose
when i heard the madem taped up clapham
and we done cheffed down my man
big man there can’t talk ’bout patterned

[verse 3: sj]
n-ggas are d-ckheads
i got down my man, his uncle spud man
man part a skengman
to the white people, i’m arond gunman
man pour lb for the bros in jail
’cause the cells are long akh
worker hittin’ them sales
got me tellin’ him go there and come back
girls tryna uck man quickly
groupies shoutin’ out sixties
bad one could never kiss me
all the fake w-ss, don’t miss me
67 could never turn history
say it with your chest f-ckboy, i can’t lip read
machine in the van, no mystery
now my right index all glitchy

[verse 4: dimzy]
i’m smokin’ gelato, biscotti and runtz
i heard two man got turned into rucks
i spent lil six on the kicks and thumps
and man took shots the other day and he’s drunk
i don’t know why i was over there smoking skunk
man did a lurk, skengs in the ride or purse
man ain’t puttin’ that in the trunk
shotgun long like an elephant trunk
if [?] get p-ssed off
they’re gonna fan, scram it, bait
peng ting wanna do wine and dine
cool, i bought her the .25 straight
started my day with cali buzz
you know that’s a dimzy wake and bake
feds on my neck so much and it’s jarrin’
come like these hoes, they don’t give me a break

[verse 5: liquez]
they look at my life, they feel so broke
no wonder these n-ggas can’t stand me
i stay in my lane, f-ck with the 6
and if ain’t with us, i’m anti
i make sh-t clear, you’re gonna see death
if you still don’t understand me
if you still don’t understand me
bodies gon’ drop when we bang heat
handguns come in handy
but a mac-10’s what i fancy
had a shotgun on a backseat
i’ll be smiling but i’m angry
hoes sweets, no candy
you can’t ban drill, you can’t ban me
you forgot you’re f-ckin’ with mad liquez

part 2

psycho beats

[verse 1: sj]
tryna make man not see the next day
that’s old school tekkers like pele
man did it before there were zk’s
make man realise they can’t miss leg day
they’re doin’ up thighs and calves
jump out gang, we ain’t drivin’ past
i just bun my spliff
gyal can’t give me one but i’ll bun man’s clart

[verse 2: liquez]
n-gga best think fast
two waps in the ride and blast
of course i’m charged
i step with my darg and yes, it barks
might do it bait face
if i plan that drill, i’m coming masked
two hands on the wap
so you know someone’s gettin’ r-ssed

[verse 3: monkey]
sh-ll make you drop on the floor like ricky
or make you scream ooouuu like young m.a
them man always dash
and man always finds someone, that’s strange
you don’t know how much work man’s done
tryna find them punks but i guess it weren’t their day
really put seven man in the four door
opp block, tryna find some prey

[verse 4: dimzy]

- 67