67 - Milly Rock Remix lyrics

[Intro] KTrap: f**in...drillers...trappers Dimzy: Jumpout gang Mischief: Gang sh**, 67 out 'ere..Jumpout gang..C-Rose..free my n***as innit LD: Aiaiaiai Mischief: Free the guys, free Slows..free Trap LD: f**in drillers, ahh Mischief: Free Bonez..free Skeng LD: f** you feel like?, Man drill man...60 [Verse 1: R6] In the trap house with Steeze when I crack that roll and then light Put that all into notes got deals like three for 25 Runnin through the field with the rocks Dasheen I was runnin for my life Bummy n***as talkin 'bout bricks to the opps man trappin ain't alive They're just rich on Insta, do it for the gyals and the likes Free 6 f** the pigs was made for an ick, free the guys You ain't came to no block We done mad ting, leavin his friend on the drive Man ah came to your block on a gang ting, saw 3 then I saw 9 Opps them feel so power so power when I turn up in mine Box me in the face with a Rambo Call me an opp I'll ching man's eye Said he stuffed 2 in the b**h But they only popped once so he couldn't even try Run up on a young boy 2 different guys try run off trip up and slide Things and stuff when I hit That's a pole tryna do man dirty in a ride If you free never knock that door sh** Then don't think that you woulda seen life Things and stuff when I hit That's a pole tryna do man dirty in a ride If you free never knock that door sh** 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 though you just rappin 'bout it Whip whip got the water runnin like a water fountain My n***a Smoksi cuttin shapes when he's baggin ounces I will chef man down and smoke weed then laugh about it 67 we some savage n***as, no way around it Pulled up, lookin for the opps and we f**in found them They were dashin home like they left somethin on the stove '016, new year someone's got a go Let's lurk with the 4s out, long nose with chunky stones Ra** a n***a like amne' 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 f**boys 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 Studio 6, four-fifths, and 34 score 4-door German, 4 man glidin In there there's 2 44s 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 n***as f** up the opps My long D f** up the thot Just got work from the plug Now watch me f** up the this spot Bros got T that's raw and I just got stones for the 4s Opps still do 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 Skengs in a transit van You shouldn't even question this sh** Whoever got smoked he ran Take risk and prosper, everyday manaman trap He was talkin smack 'til my guy blew out his back Gang [Verse 5: Mischief] First off let me say f** feds My life's at risk, so I step with skengs They took 5 bands and like 28 Zs But I still push food and my stack looks 'mmense What you know about drillers in the track? Them man gettin hashtag burst Them man gettin hastag whacked They ain't smokin none Bro don't make those straps A bro MA with the [?] really tryna blow that back Doin 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 those soldiers there's too many snakes and [?] too young and rude for this They say they bam and you n***as won't draw for sh** You bang grab [?] fill the clips I make bands but I'm tryna make a mil from it Put the microwave on there's no mil in it You's a baller, you're fake You're milkin it I [?] work all they gave us, start [?] it The n***as talk 'bout trap cus they hit one Z sell My facts large but it could be way better, this year fam aimin for XL My bike [?] next sale, [?] 100 XL Bought a new pump action 6 shot With some burgundy green and red belt I can't stand that fed smell Them man work one three 2s, but the shorty come XL I bring the dots on any block, I Milly Rock when I scrape that pop [Verse 7: Monkey] Hilly block, grip the mash, lurk to your block Man a 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 f** a cop Anywhere anyone Dum dums hit everyone [Outro: Monkey] Let's lurk b**h, 44s are the sh**..Alla that alla that