67 - Milly Rock Remix

[Intro] Asap: Fuckin...drillers...trappers Dimzy: Jumpout gang Asap: Ching Mandown on the Mains…. Maud Mischief: Gang shit, 67 out 'ere..Jumpout gang..C-Rose..free my niggas innit LD: Aight Aight Aight Mischief: Free the guys, free Slows..free Trap LD: Free fuckin drillers, Uhh? Mischief: Free Bonez..free Skeng LD: Fuck you feel like?, Man drill man normal Mischief: Shit den LD:60 [Verse 1: R6] In the trap house with Steve, when I’m cutting that raw with the light Put that all into notes got deals like 3 for 25 Runnin through the field with the rocks Dasheen, I was runnin for my life Bummy niggas talkin 'bout bricks to the opps man trappin ain't Alive They're just rich on Insta, do it for the girls and the likes Free 6 fuck the pigs was made for an it, free the guys You ain't came to no block, with no mad ting, leavin his friend on The drive Manna came to your block on a gang ting, saw 3 then he saw 9 Opps dem feel so paro so paro, when I turn up in mine Box me in the face with a Rambo Call me an opp I would’ve ching man's eye Said he stuffed 2 in the bitch But they wanted to pop one so he couldn't even if he tried Run up on a young boy 2 different guys try run off trip up and slide Things and stuff on our hip That's a pole tryna do man dirty on the ride If your free never knock that door shit Then don't think that you would’ve seen life Things and stuff on our hip That's a pole tryna do man dirty on the ride If your free never knock that door shit Then don't think that you woulda seen life [Verse 2: ASAP] I'm in the T house and I'm countin thousands I'm gettin money, you ain't doe, you just rappin 'bout it Whip whip got the water runnin like a water fountain My nigga Smoski, he’s cuttin shapes when he's baggin ounces I’ll cheff man down and smoke weed and laugh about it 67 we some savage niggas, no way around it Poled up, lookin for the opps and we fuckin found them They were dashin home like they left suttin on the stove '016, new year someone's got a go Let's lurk with the 4s out, long nose with chunky stones Rass a nigga like ammi' smoke Peng ting wanna do the gang, put my dick straight down her Throat [Verse 3: Dimzy] PCD on the backroad, same way do it on a high street .44 spins in the car but J had the .45 spins in the taxi Jumpout gang, skrr bang ,drivers whippin it manually Bare fuckboys on the net wanna talk this talk I'll grab it gradually Whip out the 4-seat bare man dash Trip up, and drop all 4s Just put 4s and stones in my hands them tired Bare cling on the floor Still do 6, four-fifths, and 34 score 4-door German, 4 man glidin In there there's 2 .44’s What's all the banter, mans still slidin Hammers and dingers galore Free Doggy, free Bonez, free K, free Slows They're like how do you rap like that? On a motes with bro smokin dope Like how do you trap like that? This music tings kinda poppin Like how'd you get the fans like that? I put food on scales put stones in cling I get bands like that I'm like free all the guys Man bring em all back, bring em all back Bro with the 4 doing drills Like how'd you make it crash like that? You don't wanna get hit with this corn You don't want it to be like that More than 20 man in the can But they gon be right back But they gon be right back [Verse 4: LD] My niggas fuck up the opps My long D fuck up the thot Just got work from the plug Now watch me fuck up the this bot Bros got T that's raw and I just got stones for the 4s Opps still doing diss tracks Front face man, go check your scores Whip that skeng out again I slap someone for my friend and I swear I will do it again Wiggy went jail for a murder, I swear I ain't seen him again He's gonna come home one day And I swear Imma throw him a 10 Look, you're not realer than gang Skeng's in a Transit van You shouldn't even question the shit He either got smoked or he ran Take risk and prosper, everyday mannaman trap He was talkin smack 'til my guy blew out his back Gang [Verse 5: Mischief] First off let me say fuck feds My life's at risk, so I step with skengs They took 5 bands and like 28 Z’s But I still push food and my stack looks 'mmense What you know about drill’s in the trap? Them man gettin hashtag burst Them man gettin hashtag whacked They ain't smokin none Bro don't make those straps A bro MA with the squorch really tryna blow that back Do a drill then bake Shoot clips like a movie I could only get one take Lil T whip grub, I mix that bosh with flake Ring trap from the a.m., hot-line bling like Drake [Verse 6: KTrap] I can't really trust these soldiers There's too many snakes and I’m to real for this They say they bang on you niggas won't draw for shit You bang grab and fill the clips I make bands but I'm tryna make a meal from it Put the microwave on there's no meal in it Use a bowl of flake with no milk in it I put work all they gave us, they start tilted it The niggas talk 'bout trap cos they hit one Z sell My stacks large but it could be way better, this year I’m aimin for XL Might buy kettle after my next sale, send off 100 XL Or a new pump action 6 shot With some burgundy green and red bell’s I can't stand that fed smell Them man work one three 2s, but the shorty come XL I bring the dot’s on any block, I Milly Rock and I scrape that pot [Verse 7: Monkey] Hilly block, grip the mash, lurk to your block Manna cowboy, grip the 4s I'm tryna take his top Whip whip bro scrape the pot Make money need all the gwop 10 toe on any block, free the whole gang man fuck a cop Anywhere, anyone Dum dums hit everyone [Outro: Monkey] Let's lurk bitch, .44s and shit..Alla that, alla that