67 - Six Gods lyrics

[Intro] The Gods Jerusalem (free em) 45 (free em) Knock out ned (free em) The Marley brothers (free em) Zeus (free em) Conspiracy squad (free em) Sixttyy! [Chorus 1: Mental K, LD, & Dimzy] Never put trust in a b**h Leathers on putting slugs in a clip Road work I got grub on the strip Im a god on the 8, and i f** wit' the 6 On the ride I put trust in my stick Ive never put trust in no b**h If i go who gone handle my sh** I love all my bros, im a god in 6 b**h we're the kings of the 6 I break down a whole leaf of am And do up the hard in cling And my trap stack ain't thin But i need it way more thick (wayy more, waay more, wayy more) f** a trap queen, b**h come hold this stick [Verse 1: Dimzy] b**h give me some space, get out my face I woke up at six but my phone goes off from like half past eight (brr brr) i wake up i sell of this weight, dont go home till late (brrrrrr!) In skengs we trust, big bells in the dots tryna crash our way [Verse 2: LD] In skengs we trust Stepped round there, tryna step round there for a murder No face, no case, no case, no face, when we skrrr'd and we crashed that burger SJ got nicked with the 45 spin now its back to the jail for the kid Put holes in the smoke with bro, iv'e never had trust for a b**h [Verse 3: Asap] I can't put my trust in a b**h, are you kidding Im in a trap with a pack its large But i won't leave till the whole tings finished 25 in the mac and the chopper with 50 shots thats loads of drillin? I dont give a toss when i ride.. so f** a civilian [Verse 4: Mental K] f** the law, f** the cops They got my n***as in the dock They got my n***as in the block 67 for a box, free sloanes free the opps? Free 2 three shots live corn let off? They see man and dash The chopper will crash? Free k man, free sc, free budz, and trap? [Chorus 2: Mental K, LD, & Dimzy] Never put trust in a b**h Leathers on putting slugs in a clip Road work I got grub on the strip Im a god on the A, and i f** wit' the 6 On the ride I put trust in my stick Ive never put trust in no b**h If i go who gone handle my sh** I love all my bros, im a god in 6 b**h we're the kings of the 6 I break down a whole leaf of am And do up the hard in cling And my trap stack ain't thin But i need it way more thick (wayy more, waay more, wayy more) f** a trap queen, b**h come hold this stick [Verse 5: Monkey] Wosh in the ride Did a drive by cray back then? Dem n***as run they hide Lurking in the trap with bro With a skeng my loyalty is tied Free trap, free skeng, free dog, free j, free all the guys Man free all the guys [Verse 6: Ghost] On the drive with the guys 1 man up on a bike with the smokey Talk about trap trap spend man stack on a roley Spend man stack on a smokey Get a boy down with a pokey? Them boy know me, ask em them boy know me [Verse 7: Young Scribz] Them boy know I still step outside Chopper in a four door whizz Put live corn in the ride? Air max scribz on the ride? Something gone get deaded up tonight Tryna put skengs on the block so i keep trappin alive [Verse 8: Liquez] We invest in P's for more guns Hand tings, automatics, and shotguns They dont make no ps, they all bums Say they trappin in cold streets but they sign on (jokeman) I laugh at these n***as Send a young dog around make it bark at these n***as And we got love for the spinners The 357 or the fours we be grippin [Chorus 3: Mental K, LD, & Dimzy] Never put trust in a b**h Leathers on putting slugs in a clip Road work I got grub on the strip Im a god on the A, and i f** wit' the 6 On the ride I put trust in my stick Ive never put trust in no b**h If i go who gone handle my sh** I love all my bros, im a god in 6 b**h we're the kings of the 6 I break down a whole leaf of am And do up the hard in cling And my trap stack ain't thin But i need it way more thick (wayy more, waay more, wayy more) f** a trap queen, b**h come hold this stick