67

[Verse 1: LD]
Aye
You get burst, talking mans name
67 govern estates
See us outside posted, bait
Until we gotta run from the jakes (gotta scramble)
Now we doing up shows all over
67 fuck up the stage (fuck it up)
And we’re outside looking like lakes
VVS sitting on weight
VVS sitting on a badman
The pengest of girls wanna grab man
(Lets lurk)
Come through wizzin with M
32 shots tryna find man
Made all of them pussios run
Before they were screaming out “gang gang”

[Verse 2: Monkey]
Gelato smoke this ain't lemon (cookie)
You know why they hate on 67?
(Why?)
Is it cause man came round smokyy
Tryna smoke off a melon?
(How many)
Qway back flexin, boot cut
Pack the wap in my denim
Loud and texts on the wing
When I was a felon
Money haffi mek right now
But this money ain't going heaven
All the skeng out on the opp block
Corn spitting like venom
20 plus when it comes to the dippings
Man will teach you a lesson
(How many)

[Verse 3: Dimzy]
Zombie walk in Versace slippers (ay)
Or Jordan 1's
4 doors, yeah I love those trucks (skkr)
Bring the 41
I make racks, I’m a business man (racks racks)
I could teach you son, dont fuck with my 60's dem
That's dingers out and some gorgeous guns
Feds on my case coming like this hoe on my case
Like give a young nigga some space
Pigs wanna lurk my estate
But I'm on the motorway to a show, shoutout James
Gelato straight to the face, VIP flex on my J’s and spaz on stage
(Flex gang, flex gang)

[Verse 4:SJ]
To the world and bludclart back
Man step correct with this wap
SAD in them opp boy flats
They must think a man does rap
We put waps on the shows and back (always)
Gotta reload now a mans back
Man bag that and blow out a peng tings back
Money just coming in faster
We stay plugged in like a charger (come on)
No girl couldn't run no banter
Probably blessed her ting like a pastor
Man blew up the place, that's normal (pow)
You probably heard that from dem man
Hashtag skengman
(Fuck the opps!)