67 - Them Man lyrics

[Hook: Dimzy] Them man don't want smoke Them man ain't got no poles Them man ain't got no hoes Them man ain't got no o's Them man ain't hitting that trap They on Youtube acting like hoes Skeng in the four door truck Everybody in black clothes Them man don't want smoke Them man ain't got no poles Them man ain't got no hoes Them man ain't got no o's Them man ain't hitting that trap They on Youtube acting like hoes Skeng in the four door truck Everybody in black clothes [Verse 1: Dimzy] Just link bro, 25 in his pole No time for a ho, I'm sitting in the trap tryna make it all go I ain't gotta whiz, I'm still on my ten toes Cutting through the city in cabs I done so much trips for this dough Gun hot like a stove Cause these shooters, they cold I'll do it and run off my knife work is sweet I'll shave man bold Feds tryna stop me but ain't tryna stop I'm tryna go go go Mad nights in the trap and I'm smelling kinda mad but I do it for the dough I do it for the squad, I do it for the money You do it for the hoes I do it for the squad, I do it for the money You do it for the hoes I do it for the squad, I do it for the money You do it for the hoes Put your hands on my bro I'mma up that pole leave smoke coming out of your clothes Free C Rose that's bro They got him locked in the cell, I can't wait till he's home I can't never go back broke, I'll take a mans ox and sell it in o's Girls used to call me Q, now they call me brown and peng My n***as said, do this music sh** and we'll fire off all these skengs [Hook] [Verse 2: Asap] Nothing ain't changed that big blade I still work with it Fill the mac with luger shells then lurk with it Any opp lacking, on the gang mans bursting him Green light get fired up Amnesia in a blue slim, all rasta buds My knife work takes hella flesh and pints of blood I be in a trap with two packs till it turns to cash Me and bro, hitting stains there's no running back M rolling round with that miz, there's 23 in that clip You don't want him to empty it My knife work is just sick So it's ? you don't slip I will turn Asap on your sh** And Scribz that's a smokes man The 32 s what he grips I'm low key off the strip Miles away up in twiz With that brown stuff in that whip I need cash yeah I'm on that sh** I'll jerk food with my on sighters and slang it all on the strip Being broke is a myth Amm that I smoke is piff [Hook] [Verse 3: Monkey] Roll on your block with the semi co*ked That's M with the m filled to the top I ain't playing no games make him diddy bop n***as get beat up now they be telling cops They be telling cops Put six in the spin then I let it off f**ing with the opps make a n***a drop Got a nice brown ting she be giving slop She's down on her knees she's bopping and f**ing the team I don't f** with no beam I chase the man down and then I squeeze OT tryna grab some peas Team 67K, Imma grab on the 6 make him breeze Don't f** with the Hill, my n***as will Squeeze My mileage high, I ride around for them neeks On visit like trick or treat Got birds on repeat, rolling high stacks so I trap off my feet [Hook]