67 - This side lyrics

Guns, money, jugs Guns, money, jugs Joogin’, joogin’, joogin’ The pigs they be lookin’ 5-0 on a n***a on the wing with a .., f**k them Got ‘dem crack rocks in the alleyway, the traps gotta pay Got money comin’ in hella ways Big guns, still gotta trade C Rose whippin’ up some yay Gang s**t sippin’ on some .. R6, yeah that’s my little n***a Yeah my little n***a do you broad day Lets lurk, two L’s up, get your bells up What more can I say?(this side) Big spinner Long nose ting got me feelin’ like a cowboy Kway kway, with a hard pack Tryna blend in like a white boy .22 that’s a light toy 2 bells in that 12 Double tap, do him two times Trap hard ’til I’m dead up I need hella rackets and food lines Smashin’ out FIFA, 25 Make a k**in’ that’s every night Huntin’ knife on a lurk Lurkin’ ’round for a k** Or a backpack with a 12 Best dash, duck and dive from these bells. n***as ain’t comin’ round this side Big WAPS on the corner Big bike, four door, real pushbike 67 pens are bustin’ Look at my chest, look how it sits right .44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust We don’t know about fist fights Swear these bruddas ain’t learning .44 corn just burn him These n***as ain’t comin’ round here We’ll go around there ’cause 67 lurking Swear these bruddas ain’t learning .44 corn just burn him These n***as ain’t comin’ round here We’ll go around there ’cause 67 lurking These n***as ain’t comin’ round this side. Scales out, clingfilm and stones If you’re talking tickets, yeah we sold out shows Bro got tickets, said he sold out snow Young days outside was cold Big heat for the cause ‘Til we love the beef, too hot, too cold I’ll slide on you anytime for bro That’s big 40s and chunky stones Feds on my case won’t leave me alone (I gotta run now) H**s on my case won’t leave me alone I’m smoking quickly, backwards roach I’m fly, you’re high like a drone. Don’t know about ‘dem but I’m livin’ my dream I get racks from trap ’cause I cut down bits and bobs of green I get racks from rap ’cause right now we’re wrapping up the music scene Green, orange, blue notes are pink, know it true say I love the queen No mileage, my Loobs’ are clean Versace h**s at my Balmain jeans She say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez 67 gang, can’t source like we No mileage, my Loobs’ are clean Versace h**s at my Balmain jeans She say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez 67 gang, can’t source like we. n***as ain’t comin’ round this side Big WAPS on the corner Big bike, four door, real pushbike 67 pens are bustin’ Look at my chest, look how it sits right .44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust We don’t know about fist fights Swear these bruddas ain’t learning .44 corn just burn him These n***as ain’t comin’ round here We’ll go around there ’cause 67 lurking Swear these bruddas ain’t learning .44 corn just burn him These n***as ain’t comin’ round here We’ll go around there ’cause 67 lurking These n***as ain’t comin’ round this sideee.