Lyrics Traumatized - *67 , Dimzy , Monkey

Jump out gang
67
All of that all of that
Come on
Do this no more

Whipping in this cell I think I'm Gordon Ramsey
Whipping in my gaff, the pyrex come in handy
Bro be coming sandy, 4-4s come in handy
And word to mother's I dont like niggas like brandy
3k and squeeze my niggas very anti
Hella bitches say the gang ain't anti
It ain't a thing the gyally still take off her panty
I'll fuck your bitch and tell a nigga try me (come on)
Thames side living, Loud still billing, hella brothers hella tizzies on the wing yeah we living
On spice your tripping, the rice mans dishing
Bussing jokes in jail yeah free maro yeah I miss him
My bro's the plug in prison, he hit me up and said he got his tizz in
I went to jail I rid a little pigeon, see ID piss they free the fuckin villains

Come like trap my religion, see loads of birds no pigeons
I'm on bait shit wacking up opps I go jail and ride them pigeons
Red TG patrolling the 6, board them might lead to the brits
Dont fuck around with my fuck arounds, i got caught for selection of sticks
Next show might buy us a skeng, or hella ding dongs at the pens
We trap so hard in the ends now the chain on my neck cost more than a skeng
You can be on piss or not still get leaned on quick get shot
Still vom let me rob that pot, straight drop man turned that pot
Got nicked feds know that I didn't but I bussed that case good riddance
My guys got thames side locked, I'm north of the trap and we drillin
Got nicked feds know that I didn't but I bussed that case good riddance
My guys got thames side locked, I'm north of the trap and we drillin