67 (Today)

Move out my way
67 ain’t a gang; it’s a family
Rudeboy, mind what you say
If it weren’t for the cameras
Couple man would be dead up today
Twenty-five in the Mac, two in the dotty
Six in the trey
Suttin' garn dead up today
Believe me the mackah will spray
A thousand grams in the box
That’s the food that I bagged up today
Bitch tryna give me top, I don’t know you
Move get the fuck out my face
No face no case, su-suttin' garn dead up today
Smoke man normal, .44 corn, that’s awful
The wise man said, «You'll be rich one day»
So I trap hard normal
Skeng in a four-door truck
Fuck the pigs, we unlawful
Outta town couple packs were moving informal
Ten toes on the opp block
Lurk with the big M and the dot-dots
Woosh, woosh
Sweep a nigga up if he fucks with the opp blocks
A bitch can get it too
That’s the meaning of an opp thot
Trap so hard, I ain’t even checked my stopwatch
Money is the mo', so I get dough
Interrupt, get steamed like a hot pot
Loud buds in the room
Spark up the joint, that’s opp pot
Browning down low
All that bitch do is top top
Niggas thought they were hard
When they rode out with that dead pop
Niggas saying 67k, I don’t know you
Move out my way
67 ain’t a gang; it’s a family
Rudeboy, mind what you say
If it weren’t for the cameras
Couple man would be dead up today
Twenty-five in the Mac, two in the dotty
Six in the trey
Suttin' garn dead up today
Believe me the mackah will spray
A thousand grams in the box
That’s the food that I bagged up today
Bitch tryna give me top, I don’t know you
Move get the fuck out my face
No face no case, su-suttin' garn dead up today
Suttin' soon drop, got twenty-five 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 four-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
These niggas don’t know man
I’ll finesse me a box from the cro man
Finesse me some bread from the dough man
Might roll up with M and just smoke man
Look at these yutes
Flexing in vids when they’re broke as a joke and they owe man
Early morn at the door like the postman
Might just blow me a face with the coke can
Niggas saying 67k, I don’t know you
Move out my way
67 ain’t a gang, it’s a family
Rudeboy, mind what you say
If it weren’t for the cameras
Couple man would be dead up today
Twenty-five in the Mac, two in the dotty
Six in the trey
Suttin' garn dead up today
Believe me the mackah will spray
A thousand grams in the box
That’s the food that I bagged up today
Bitch tryna give me top, I don’t know you
Move get the fuck out my face
No face no case, su-suttin' garn dead up today