Smoke Boys Section 6ixty (feat. 67)
[Verse 1: Swift]
Mm-hmm
Money Every on the track
Wet play man wet dem
Spray spray for a breadrin
New tray that's pending (that's loading)
Any day man catch them
Do them can't left them
Blow haze and forget them
Catch them at the entrance
Should've left at the exit
Qwef them then petrol baid at my breadrin's
67 and Section so savvy and reckless
Got gyally from Brixton and got gyally from Peckham
Funny how you kissed it and she ain't my breadrin
Got bare bare peng tings move in in chester
Maybe they wanna do guest list
[Verse 2: Dimzy]
They're like 'how'd you rap so calm on the beats and make it sound so violent'
Couple out still firing, double-tap no typing
And I'm Bjorn like vikings got my strikers striking
Watch the goalie diving break bread with the mandem
Multiply and divide it
Free boy got sentenced too much got sentence
Couple man still pending gotta pray god bless them
Savings investments this money gotta stretch it
But these hoes aren't scratching's so I might just stretch them
[Verse 3: Deepee]
She wanted ack so she request him
She know the gang are not average pedestrians
We're the most savage of members
Pockets was broke so the trap had to mend it
Got spots like leopards scrape bowls for extras
Piff buds my essence hit the block wid a rock
Mans got samples and testers money on dresses
Get the pack undressed it was one man stretched it
Corn out man pressed it corn in then exit
You should've left it
Got uck on the way now
Got clips like Netflix
T house is a sespit
That's bando weighing up metric
Batteries no money on electric
[Verse 4: Sleeks]
Came up from the trenches
More life to my breadrin's
Got teeth like dentist
Still do it for Wesley
Go back home smoke sensei
And I'm cookie scented
If I say I meant it
No mash I wrench him
Covered in peng tings they all wanna do wrestling
Got a ting from Streatham no sexing
She just lock my weapon
I might link my ting from Barking
But she move to Wrexham
Everyday same routine wake up and get it (true)
Ring trap and no credit if it ain't 'bout p's I don't get it
Money Every on the track
[Verse 5: LD]
I might do it and run off
I'm out here tryna film a whole movie
Who's trynna let one off
I'm on some cheeky ting so I might just bop off
You know a man can't run off
See a man got racks a man got waps
Gotta make a young boy shell off
New waps in the option
I jeet she locks them
More money in the option
If not then I'm locked them
You know L's been a problem
Anytime we spot them
We stab or shot them
Said anytime we spot them
We stab or shot them
You know gang's been a problem (6 gang)