Warm Up Sessions lyrics

[Verse 1]
These n*ggas think that they're on
It's time that I turn them off
In a German whip wid M
n*gga we burning pot
Got a macker on deck and a four and a half still serving shots
Any sign of the cops we swerving off
These n*ggas be trapping in music
n*gga I trap in real life
These n*ggas be banging the music
n*gga I bang on my life
Had to smoke that amm to the dome
When I heard my n*gga got life
Free Wiggy but I'm still outside tryna lurk wid the guys
Suttin soon drop, I got 25 bells for an opp
I remember that day so clear when we came through and suttin got shot
Make a whole load of gwop, anytime bro throws me a box
In a 4 door truck with the dot
See jakes then I swerve and I'm off
I've been outside getting money in
Any crop that was there, I was running in
M used to get mad
Like 'f*ck this LD we're bunning him'
Look when I got my man
Not one of his bredrins was jumping in
Look, we fry man
Like roll on your block and start dumping things

[Verse 2]
Goddamn monkey went jail that weren't part off the plan
They're saying 67's a gang
But they're more like my blood and my fam
They had a kid sitting in jail
Cause I wrapped up an opp and he sang
More time a up on the hill
Converting them grams in to grands
These hookahs they know who I am
So they're sucking the whole load of gang
Bout time I get paid for this sh*t
Wanna feature then throw me some bands
Feds know that we're spitting the truth
So they went and put Scribz on a ban
But I shout out to Boogz and Trap
Cause there's thots on a block some scrambz

[Verse 3]
I see a boy run with his mash
I see a boy run with his jooker
Looking for your girl these times
She was outside playing top hooker
Don't talk about mashes
We lost about 10 I know about cookers
Pull up on the drive
Yg with the mash the size of Pulla
Last time I saw Donna had a mac
I could've blew your heart out your back
Trap got bagged for a shooting and all now
He ain't been back
They're like "67 ain't on sh*t"
I'm like "yeah yeah I hear all of dat"
Till I pull up With SJ
And he hop out the Volvo and let that sh*t crash
This mac 10 in the car
These hookers know who we are
My akki brudda might bun you
And scream praise me to Allah
Like what the f*ck do you mean, 67 the team
My yung akks they're wild as f*ck
And ain't never been on no deen

Suttin got hit with a 10
I flex with the skengs
And I break down bits on the ends
My big bro warned me
He said "make sure you know who's your friends"
Only f*ck with the 6
Add a K get dropped like your friend