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Lets Lurk
67, LD, Dimzy, ASAP, Monkey, Liquez, Giggs
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Jump out, gang!
Jump out, gang!
Jump out, gang!
Sting gang!
Sting gang!
All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that
Still pulling up on smoke (smoke)
Skeng in my pocket, can't you see the bulge in my coat? (It's bulgy)
Like Hollow meets Blade, man-man got guns that'll sink down a boat (boat, boat)
Send a young boy round with a skeng
They ain't leaving till they see smoke
My niggas the realest in town, you niggas are really some jokes (fucking jokes)
Feds locked, bro watching East Enders, it's a fucking joke (free bro, free bro)
Trapping ain't dead, the nitty still clucking and ringing my phone (ringing)
Chilling with bro, talking 'bout money, dough to the dome (money, money)
Turn up on your block, ten toes, man will do it, no plan, man will do it, no plan
In four-door trucks, I took risks, man, soon gon' bring out the chopper in the van
I was in the trap on Snapchat watching everybody turn up mad (mad)
Can't lie, that shit got me mad, but I was hugging up all them bands
Just done road with Snoopy (trap)
Bare Uncle Fest an', I've got my face all droopy (as fuck)
Bro got guap like Gucci, see him in Stoney, not Gucci (no Gucci)
The opps used to laugh at my truck when they cut when they see that hooptie
Whip that skeng out the coat, watch it sing like Susie
Still pulling up, no messing (pull up)
67, my brothers spare no one for my bedrins
Bitches be loving the gang (bitch!)
You see it all over my mentions (bitch!)
Put things in the car, let's lurk (all of that)
We looking for no more pedestrians
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky (lurky)
Get bricks on bricks from the plug
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang)
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky (lurky)
Get bricks on bricks from the plug (plug)
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang)
(All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that, all of that)
I've got mad hate for the undies
Moving like gyal, tryna cuff me (dickhead)
.44 spin, that's rusty (mad)
And the corn is chunky
More time, I be in the trap with Chris Brown and Rita Ora (quake)
All the in and outs fo go hit the cells, it's hot like a sauna (flames)
So I switch the trap, flip the packs, I need all the mula (all of that, all of that)
Wagwan for the judge, done the mandem dirty (mad)
Free up my young G Pulla (free 'em)
Chopper on the ride, that's lengthy (mad)
Fifty shot, the skeng's full up (mad)
Niggas do the dash when man pull up (dashing)
Still outside drilling (out here)
Bro's came home from the jail, bought him a phone, then he made them a killing
Opps, them know where the hill is
They ain't come around here (no)
Raise both arms up figure eight, that's two .44s in the air
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Bro whips that grub, man a whip that skeng
Got me feeling like Shirley (whip)
Went from a twenty-five shot to a fifty shot
We don't know about 30s (yeah, all of that, all of that)
Any time I phone my plug, better know
That call's nothing less than a birdie (all of that, all of that)
Put skengs in the car, then I phone my bro
Like, "Let's get lurky" (let's lurk)
Still pulling up, no messing (pull up)
67, my brothers spare no one for my bedrins
Bitches be loving the gang (bitch!)
You see it all over my mentions (bitch!)
Put things in the car, let's lurk (all of that)
We ain't looking for no more pedestrians
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky (lurky)
Get bricks on bricks from the plug
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang)
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky (lurky)
Get bricks on bricks from the plug (plug)
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang)
(All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that, all of that)
Get low-down, then tell a man straight
Man already know, 67 and H
Three, four, five, six, seven man rolled up
Three .45, 67, man ate
Man just rolled up, pepper then doughnut
Two .45s, then severed man's plate
Man's just colder, everyone load up
'Cause in this jungle, everyone's apes
I want everyone's cake, man play hero, bury man's cape (bury man's cape)
And there's bare subliminal riders
So what's everyone saying? (What's man's saying?)
And man ain't even on these games
But I noticed everyone's playing (they playing)
And I don't even need no soldiers, man know Hollowman's spraying (spraying)
Never really been on that running shit
Niggas know Hollowman's staying
And way before all of this money shit, niggas knew Hollowman's name
They love it when I come in this gully shit
Niggas know Hollowman's lane (Hollowman's lane)
They know a nigga bring that next level shit
Nigga, call me Hollowman Saiyan (Hollowman Saiyan)
Still pulling up, no messing (pull up)
67, my brothers spare no one for my bedrins
Bitches be loving the gang (bitch!)
You see it all over my mentions (bitch!)
Put things in the car, let's lurk (all of that)
We looking for no more pedestrians
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky (lurky)
Get bricks on bricks from the plug
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang)
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky (lurky)
Get bricks on bricks from the plug (plug)
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (gang)
(All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that, all of that)