Dimzy - Every Year lyrics

[Hook: Dimzy & LD] You said that its ammi That's not ammi That pack there come hard ash 4 4's mad 4 4's spins That sh** sounds like a car crash On the main road with 20 of my woes Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack My young n***as drill Like iTCH ,R6 10 toes in the drive with a book bag And we're pulling up anywhere Letting off corn from everywhere You ain't gang Then you can't make a penny here New racks , new guns That's every year (x2) [Verse 1: Dimzy] You said that its ammi That's not ammi That pack there come hard ash 4 4's mad 4 4's spins That sh** sounds like a car crash Jump out gang We pulled up like ‘Where's all the opps , where they fryin at?' Corn got slapped n***as tried run Now there's feds on the ends trynna' dug man I'm trynna' do music I'm trynna' do bootings I'm trynna' break down these 2 packs From qway back Man had poles pushed back to the brickz man boot that Now we pull up in trucks 3 little dingers with spinners Now we pull up with pumps Don got left in the mains Like don got hit by the bus In skengs we trust So i trust these things & stuff f** a driveby mans never pullin' up Jump out like “Yo what's up?” Then i go smoke a 3 5 to the lung Smoking my lungs and smoking my gun [Hook: Dimzy & LD] You said that its ammi That's not ammi That pack there come hard ash 4 4's mad 4 4's spins That sh** sounds like a car crash On the main road with 20 of my woes Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack My young n***as drill Like iTCH ,R6 10 toes in the drive with a book bag And we're pulling up anywhere Letting off corn from everywhere You ain't gang Then you can't make a penny here New racks , new guns That's every year (x2) [Verse 2: LD] Civilians or not Mans coming See bare man running Live corn in my gun Fill to the brim Live corn drumming All these oppers that's f**ing with gang Only f**ing with gang ‘cuz we're real 5 birds & we make them bands And they know that my 60's drill Tell a n***a stay still I don't rap ‘cuz I'm trynna' get a deal FaceTime when I saw that opp Adn pedal my bike right back to the hill Can't swear around here man burst him TO got the phonelines t**ng Call grub get the young boys working If he [?] the feds don't serve him Feds lurk for the gang That's so mad I switched up things I ain't trynna' get grabbed Just re-d up on this motor trap 2 birds up Put my faith in this cab Nearly every week man load up straps See us pulling up in any mans flat 3 man down , 1 4.4 banged [Hook: Dimzy & LD] You said that its ammi That's not ammi That pack there come hard ash 4 4's mad 4 4's spins That sh** sounds like a car crash On the main road with 20 of my woes Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack My young n***as drill Like iTCH ,R6 10 toes in the drive with a book bag And we're pulling up anywhere Letting off corn from everywhere You ain't gang Then you can't make a penny here New racks , new guns That's every year (x2)