Warm Up Session

These niggas think that they're on, it's time that I turn them off
In a German whip with M, nigga we burn and pop
Got the Maka on deck and a 4 and a half still serving shots
Any sign of the cops we swerving off
These niggas be trapping in music nigga I trap in real life
These niggas be banging in music nigga I bang on my life
Had to smoke that am to the dome when I heard my nigga got life
Free Riggy, but I'm still outside try'na lurk with the guys
Suttin soon drop
I got 25 bells for a opp
I remember that day so clear when we came through and suttin got shot
Make a whole load of guap
Every time bro throws me a box
In a four door truck with the dots see jakes then I swerve and I'm off
And I been outside getting money in, any crop that was there I was running in
M used to get mad, like fuck this LD we're bunning him
Look when I got my man, not one of his bredrins was jumping in
Look, we fry man, like roll on your block and start dumping things
God damn, Monkey went jail that weren't part of the plan
They're saying 67's a gang, but they're more like my blood they're my fam
They had the kid sitting in jail
Cause I wrapped up a opp and he sang
Moretime I'm up on the hill converting the grams into grands
These hookers they know who I am
So they're sucking the whole of the gang
Bout time I get paid for this shit
Want a feature they throw me some bands
Feds know that we're spitting the truth
So they went and put Scribz on a ban
Gotta shout out to Boogz in trap
Cause they smoked off the block with some scrams
I see a boy run with his mash, I see a boy run with his jooker
Looking for your girl these times she was outside playing top hooker
Don't talk about mashes, we've lost about ten I know about cookers
Pulled up on the drive, YG with the mash that's Giant Abdullah
Last time I saw don I had the Mac I could've blew your heart out your back
Trap got bagged for a shooting and all now he ain't been back
They're like 67 ain't on shit I'm like yeah, yeah, I hear all of that
Till I pull up with SJ and they hop out the Volvo and let that shit crash
This Mac-10 in the car
These hookers know who we are
My akhi brother might bun you and scream praise be to Allah
Like what the fuck do you mean?
67 the team
My young akhs they're wild as fuck they ain't never been on no Deen
Suttin got hit with the 10
I flex with the skengs and I break down bits from the ends
My big bro warned me, said make sure you know who's your friends
Only fuck with the 6, add a K get dropped like a fed