Warm Up Sessions

[Verse 1]
These niggas think that they're on
It's time that I turn them off
In a German whip wid M
Nigga we burning pot
Got a macker on deck and a four 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 the music
Nigga I bang on my life
Had to smoke that amm to the dome
When I heard my nigga got life
Free Wiggy but I'm still outside tryna lurk wid the guys
Suttin soon drop, I got 25 bells for an opp
I remember that day so clear when we came through and suttin got shot
Make a whole load of gwop, anytime bro throws me a box
In a 4 door truck with the dot
See jakes then I swerve and I'm off
I've 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

[Verse 2]
Goddamn monkey went jail that weren't part off the plan
They're saying 67's a gang
But they're more like my blood and my fam
They had a kid sitting in jail
Cause I wrapped up an opp and he sang
More time a up on the hill
Converting them grams in to grands
These hookahs they know who I am
So they're sucking the whole load of gang
Bout time I get paid for this shit
Wanna feature then throw me some bands
Feds know that we're spitting the truth
So they went and put Scribz on a ban
But I shout out to Boogz and Trap
Cause there's thots on a block some scrambz

[Verse 3]
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 lost about 10 I know about cookers
Pull up on the drive
Yg with the mash the size of Pulla
Last time I saw Donna had a 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 dat"
Till I pull up With SJ
And he hop out the Volvo and let that shit crash

This mac 10 in the car
These hookers know who we are
My akki brudda might bun you
And scream praise me to Allah
Like what the fuck do you mean, 67 the team
My yung akks they're wild as fuck
And ain't never been on no deen

Suttin got hit with a 10
I flex with the skengs
And I break down bits on the ends
My big bro warned me
He said "make sure you know who's your friends"
Only fuck with the 6
Add a K get dropped like your friend