Lyrics Glorious Twelfth - *67

Still pull up on shit
Big handgun you know what I grip
If the 357 ain′t loaded the 44s kicking up six
Or get up close with the shotty, two shots in my crib (boom boom)
I ain't even tryna get nicked but everyday I take these risks
So boy don′t slip if I rise my skeng, I swear I won't miss
Will back out my knife and scheff man down
Only jail when I'm throwing these fists
Someone tell these niggas don′t slip, ′cause I'm out here keeping up mad antics
They don′t ever bang but they chat like bitch
67 Gang still lurk in whips

War, mans ready fill, up the four like petty corn fly like confetti
Smoke niggas get money, jug and jugging for my mummy
Fuck your bro man get muddy, tell mad max in a hurry, big 12 gauge and a scurry
If it's Grizzy that′s my buddy see 32
M10 my bros o so cruddy
Niggas know, niggas know big skengs tryna hit your buddy
Jump out, jump out gang, mans lurking tryna hit your buddys
Ammi that I roll, ammi that I blow
Coming sweet like honey
Got a peng girl, she don't trap bitch but she work, work for the money
Bro bro, got a little drilla up set with the rice and curry
Man steps correct with them waps bitch shoulda seen man scurry (scurr)
(Gang)

Just got some new numbers
I′m about to do numbers
Takin' trips to them country spots
I ain't seen home in ages
Bank rolls big wages (bank), savage living that′s always (savage)
Put the 12 where your face is (bang)
Redrum when I do pavement (bang)
Gun smoke for the pagans (gun smoke)
More smoke I inhale it (trust)
Mix the ammi with the flavours (trust)
My niggas don′t give a toss, it's live corn or a shaving (shaving)
Hit the cells on a hot day, or hit the cells when it′s raining
Either way I gotta rake it (smash out)
Qway qway wid my trap team
Running traps and we stain it (quick)
Free up my young g Pulla
It's been a long time he′s been caged in (free it)
Undies on us for drillings (drillings)
They don't wanna see the six winning
Six shots in that spin
It′s spinning well when Its kickin'

Glorious Twelfth I'm stepping
I step with skengs and friends names that I don′t need to mention
Live corn hold him back like detention
Now his teams gotta bench him (bench him on)
Doing warm up drills with gang
Four door pull up and stretch him
And I′m still here doing up shows (yeah)
Me m and c rose got all the opp blocks on ropes (pull it out)
And there still here doing the most (pull it out, pull it out)
See them and viz in the four door pause now they ain't involved
Still corn him (pow), corn him (pow) just do it and ghost 67 still doing up road

I′m on violence I make bands, I smoke cookie and am
I got the louder stuff packs, your weed is dead, it's trash, it′s bad take it back (take it back)
Bro walked in with the wap dressed in black
Said us lurk on these flats
Itch is way too itchy 22 itchy little bros tryna scratch
Waps, how much time me and gang got waxed round and crashed (pow pow)
How much time can we ching up the place and watch him trip up drop and plank
R6 ST T-trap will ching up his chest neck and his back (splash)
Liquez stepped up balling looking like racks diamonds flashed (flashed)
We just stepped into the venue let me get a yat who can scratch this amm (scratch it)
I'm still in the flats with drillers (drillers), trappers (trappers), killers (killers), dingers (dingers) spinners jump out
Qave it around like a wizard
Ai