Waps - 67

SRB seperation confirmed

OSG where it started

Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two

minutes five seconds

Brixton Hill

You understand?

Woo

Step correct with that Mac

You know we dressed in all black

No funeral, no funeral, man’s turning up tryna wap

Done a mad ting the other day, know man chill with bae in them flats

Them opp boys just run their mouth, they don’t know nuttin' about waps

Gang shit on the stage

Gang shit on the pave'

Still cutting shapes in the rave

Yeah, bro creating the funkyhouse and my brudda C got the flake

Dip, dip, dip, dip, from qway dipping’s been cray

From young niggas we rised up, how the fuck you think they got cake?

Keep my family close, that’s fake

Love, I ain’t sliding with snakes

67, add the 4 bitch, with the 40's dem, we don’t play

Still the grubby yout' from OJ, I don’t play

Man still step correct with them waps

I put my kicks on the concrete flats

See your face on the concrete, that

Big fuck off stones you can catch

I’m still in the flats with my gang

We got more skengs and we’ve got new plans

That means hella drills this year, hella saving bands

Work, stay wealthy, skrr, jog and stay healthy

Who’s running shit?

Please tell me

I’m on money, I love the Queen’s face

If it’s business then you can call me

Keep shit running, I beg you don’t stall me

From coins to thousands unruly

Gang shit, turn up and party with smokies

Don’t make a phone-call, get a man whacked

I’m comfy, getting in racks

Last year we got a few new waps

And we’re riding for any little chat

Fling it in the ride, fling on the rap

I don’t even know if it’s Bis or Trap

Machine is a MizOrMac

That’s twenty-five shots, he don’t rep no gang

Skid around where you hang

Screaming out «60, Gang!»

I get paid 'cause all of these fans

But I’m still here dishing out amm'

Young drill of the year last year, I’ll probably give it to Itch or Nam

They were stepping on their own last year, this year you’ll probably see them

with man

In the show, man turn up with gang

Stay ship, man fuck up the shanks

Everywhere pengtings screaming out «Gang!»

Anywhere, pengtings wanna do gang

Summer '16 I was ducking from the undies and THG vans

No face, no case, no way these Jakes can’t prove who I am

Man still step correct with them waps

I put my kicks on the concrete flats

See your face on the concrete, that

Big fuck off stones you can catch

I’m still in the flats with my gang

We got more skengs and we’ve got new plans

That means hella drills this year, hella saving bands

Work, stay wealthy, skrr, jog and stay healthy

Who’s running shit?

Please tell me

I’m on money, I love the Queen’s face

If it’s business then you can call me

Keep shit running, I beg you don’t stall me

From coins to thousands unruly

Gang shit, turn up and party with smokies