67 - #HASHTAG lyrics

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67 - #HASHTAG lyrics

Sixty f** all the ops Free my n***as ten times Gang, Gang [Verse 1: Savage] Skeng in a four door truck [?] Come in tryna take that whole road And tryna jump in a ride through weapons Put the m10 on full burst and i'll show man teckers Tryna get Ps from Qs and Os Come on I really like them letters What's all the talk like me and my man weren't tryna dash stones that's sweaters Pull up in that stolen truck Backdoor bus, now i got pepper Tell bros step on the pedal Man left the crime scene hashtag ketchup Money and touch that skeng with the safety off cause the skeng there's ten there Everyday man moved food I swear down man come like some waiter Key the forty for the ob boys Now i put a middle finger for the hater (f**ers) Shoutout missed you a skeng man normal I thought about it later Cut off fifth corn him Nothin' like stones f**boys better wear some layers I ain't ever f**ed with dem man Er'body goin' on like i'm some traitor I only do me but i bang with the bros on my right i ain't gotta ask for a favour I can take man to the old days Most berg with a big light green laser Double tap at the ding dong window That's a go better pray for some for a saviour [Verse 2: SJ] Man knows that I squeeze no section Two five no kick like teck 'em Got a couple shootings pendin' OT stack that no spendin' Do road for the bros cause I can SN two Zs in the night bag Ten toes on votes on my right van Don't get 'em mad he don't like man You won't like him But I love that No home for him man i bosh that Front Z that he mashed got a clutchback We ride round with a mac and a brockback I ain't sayin' he got drop burners I beg man fire that's some lead Trespa** rounds 06 hear that man got skenged I jumped out a 4 door whip and i jumped off a one twos ped One twenty with the gang bro Two Zs up for the bando I bang for my bros And i trap for my bredrins There's two in the twelve Twenty five in the ten [Verse 3: LD] These hookers they know who I am So they f**ing the whole of the gang It's about time i get paid for this sh** When they featured then throw me some bands Feds know that we spitting the truth So they went and put Scribz on the bands Got a shoutout to bugs and trap Cause they sponsored the block with some scrams I but oxes on road and I do road for my bros I ain't gotta talk n***as know, i been getting man with my pull You was trappin' on the bando Til i came squeezing the long nose spinner like jango Plus i'm the plug for am doe I'm sweet for the drink like mango It's either we hit or dash When we roll up with skengs and we crash One time we got peeped with the feds So Pete nearly lost us some mash But we still keep skengs in the 3 litre Trapped til they leave man hashtag dead up I can never stop selling Os do a lot for the door cause I need that bread up [Verse 4: ASAP] Dem man are other sides I can't trust my cousins I'll smoke off for my f**ing brothers I got mad hate for them undercovers (dickheads) Tryna lock man up til man's thirty something I got bags of grub Tell the other sorrow we ain't servin' nothing Bare talk from them b**h boys When they see us they're cuttin Chef man up on the main road, you know Asap loves it Free young emmy You don't listen you so f**ing stubborn Skeng, Skeng in a four door truck I'm tryna go ham 25 shots in the mag That's for your whole gang [Verse 5: MISCH] They ain't in the field Why they asking questions? Got work, no college can't teach me no lesson All my skengs if I didn't mention You either trap or squeeze if you're in my section Had the uck who's friends I went to corn him Your mate's cutting these shells They weren't even for him Ring trap am It ain't even mornin' Shouts kid, that's my G, that's my bro from mornin' (broski) Big rambo me not sure how it fits (dip him) You can't care at all That's a 15 inch (fifteen) 4 door, 4 man on a pagan strip (skrt, skrt) 4 man tryna crash at a paigon's wig (gang, gang) Free m-skeng They got a real G locked (real n***a) I just smoke man I don't smoke pot Hashtag man down then I'm breezing off (gang, gang, gang) Ain't been in jail when i'm tryna dodge cops (trust me)