That's Us - 67, LD, Dimzy

Bait face, pull up in disguise

Let a nigga know that’s us

Back that spin out the ride

Let a nigga know that’s us

Corn fly, better know that’s us

Bodies drop, better know that’s us

Bait face, pull up in disguise

Let a nigga know that’s us

Back that spin out the ride

Let a nigga know that’s us

Corn fly, better know that’s us

Bodies drop, better know that’s us

Like all them bootings in the drive

Niggas already know that’s us

We been taking trips, we being doing hits

There’s nothing for you to discuss

If I hear there’s opps

See I be round there in a rush

We live life comfy

But lately, alie it’s been rough

Six shots in that .44

And you the 6 gon' buss'

Bro got twenty-five in the MAC

We gon' crash it off, that’s us

And we ain’t come causing a fuss

We get crashin' in the field then dust

And that’s just us

Still out here being bad luck

Still out not giving two fucks

Still putting guns in trucks

Cos only in skengs we trust

So you better stay far from us

Soon free my drillers, soon free my killers

Yeah freedoms a must

Bait face, pull up in disguise

Let a nigga know that’s us

Back that spin out the ride

Let a nigga know that’s us

Corn fly, better know that’s us

Bodies drop, better know that’s us

Bait face, pull up in disguise

Let a nigga know that’s us

Back that spin out the ride

Let a nigga know that’s us

Corn fly, better know that’s us

Bodies drop, better know that’s us

On the most once again

And we’re revving up somewhere far

Loads of amm in the air

These times, man’s got bare grub in the car

I need those shares, I need more lines

Anywhere, close or far

Smokeski’s cutting up white, man’s cutting up chalk

Bro got bricks like a builder

I fuck with that peng white girl

TT shit, move your Matilda

Trap house living, surrounded by rocks

Like Freddy and Wilma

This white girl’s too peng

This white girl don’t need no filter

Pull up in the opps' stolen trucks

And I pull up in my lige one

Fifty shots in that mop, that clip is a big one

Roll up a big one

We put skengs in four door trucks

Hoping to hit one, hoping to wig one

We put skengs in four door trucks

Hoping to hit one, hoping to wig one

You don’t know all the miles I’ve done

You don’t know all the trips I’ve did

You don’t know all the stains I’ve hit

You don’t know all the packs I’ve flipped

You don’t know how the skengs them kick

Do road, ten toes in my Nike air kicks

I make bands and I save that shit

I make bands and I spend that shit

I make bands and I spend that shit

Spend it, gang

All of that, all of that, all of that, all of that

Free C Rose, free D Rose

Free Mental K

You get me?

Free SJ, gang