67 - Skeng Man [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus : Dimzy]
Skeng in a four door truck and we're tryna crash it at dem man
Ever since dem man all I hear is 'Dem Man, Dem Man, Dem Man'
I got weed man, I get bread man
And I'll skeng man, don't tempt man
63 grams in the pack, finesse that then I get a next pack, (x2)

[Verse 1 : Liquez]
The 357 yeah I grip it
A 125's what I'm wizzing
I couldn't give a fuck about prison
Went jail for some guns now I'm out I'm still wid it
You see I never listen
Cos I'm above the law that time got ridden
And if I see an opp full stop he's finished
Pull up on Worsopp Drive I'm with some hitters
No saving, No life support
That's an instant 'M' if I bang the 4's
Kicks like a horse
Scream 67k I'll leave six in yours
This mash works but I don't know about yours
But then again these niggas fake so they might be bores
Now look what these niggas have caused
Got me out'ere on a rage and I'm not gonna talk
I've got mad thought, yeah mad thoughts
Fuck feds, fuck court
My niggas on a case I hope he do walk and if a nigga snitching imma drill him at his front door
And I won't show no remorse
Imma load it up and then squeeze more
I'm mad Liquez from 67
And these One Fiddy (150) they don't want war

[Chorus : Dimzy]
Skeng in a four door truck and we're tryna crash it at dem man
Ever since dem man all I hear is 'Dem Man, Dem Man, Dem Man'
I got weed man? I get bread man? And I'll skeng man, don't tempt man
Sixty three grams in the pack I finesse that then I get a next pack, (x2)

[Verse 2 : Dimzy]
Loud bangs no whistle, live corn in the corn burn tissue
Knife works been official, dip a nigga up get him soaked like a bizzle
Red card send him off right now like I just blew the whistle
Big dum dum's in the gage and it come like pickles
I just got amm from the amm man, And the white kicks like Van Dam
Cuttin' through the city in cabs, I've paid so much fares to the cab man
Thots wanna bug me on snapchat, Skeng vibe got the dotty in the rucksack
'M' got the 10 see the bulge in the man bag, Twenty five bells plus more you can have that
22 in what Dududu?(Shut It!),Your ting only holds two
Smoking on Pistol & SQ and I've got enough for the goons
Look around look around, there's bare real g's in the room
There's bands in the room
And skengs in the room

[Chorus : Dimzy]
Skeng in a four door truck and we're tryna crash it at dem man
Ever since dem man all I hear is 'Dem Man, Dem Man, Dem Man'
I got weed man? I get bread man? And I'll skeng man, don't tempt man
Sixty three grams in the pack I finesse that then I get a next pack, (x2)

[Verse 3: SJ]
Roll on your block with the mac turnt up
Five in the 38 spin, Two bells in that gage
Live corn in my gun so sutten gon' dead up today
Shooters on the mains broad day if a nigga try add that K
My nigga red rums in the bando all night whipping that grub
Got niggas that I roll with daily some niggas call them plugs
Free up my good friend Skeng opps know he loves his guns
6 shots from the six shot if a nigga try run them gums
67 back up to 65 my guys put in work
These niggas be clean hearted guys, don't know nutten bout dirt
If a nigga don't stay in his lane that nigga gon' get burst
Bonez try bun mans skin true say I threw corn first
674 - 63 me and bronem stay squeezing
Better hope your mash don't jam, Bare ping ping like a BB
If a man see me, move mad greezy don't go home and tweet me
Ain't got no CV's them boys neeky 8 gon' spin like a CD

[Verse 4 : ASAP]
Six shots in that spin spin and it's live
Put the skeng in my coat pocket then ride
Free M-Skeng I can't wait till he's outside
Still on my knife work chef him up with that rambo
Free Jango, feds got manaman doing time in the can tho
Them man soon gon' dead up, name them man as a pack tho
My nigga MA ain't ever gonna stop crashing corn on the back road
I fly OT and I get that crack sold
I got a mad case but I'm still pushing bujj
Skeng in a 4 door truck leave mans forehead buss
Opp niggers act on the net they ain't tryna ride on us
Opp niggers act on the net they ain't tryna ride on us

{Verse 5 : LD]
I see a boy run with his mash, I see a boy run with his jooka
Looking for your girl these times she was outside playing top hooker
Don't talk about mashes, we've lost about ten I know about cookers
Pulled up on the drive,YG with the mash that's Giant Abdullah
My little nigga spent 2 racks on his grills when he could of spent that on a gun
Rolling wid 'M'and this mack and I swear that shit sound like a drum
My mans a prick ur brother a snitch and I put that shit on my mum
Move more than a box a day I've got a good line don't talk about funds
Last time I saw you I had the Mac I should of blew your heart out your back
My cousin Trap got bagged for a shooting and all now he ain't been back
They're like 67 ain't on shit I'm like yeah yeah I hear all of that
Till I pull up wid SJ and they jump out the Volvo and they let that shit crash
Run a boy down like I'm SQ, Hit him in his back and his chest too, Smoking on pistol and SQ and I've got enough for the crew
Run a boy down like I'm SQ, Hit him in his back and his chest too, Smoking on pistol and SQ and I've got enough for the crew

[Chorus : Dimzy]
Skeng in a four door truck and we're tryna crash it at dem man
Ever since dem man all I hear is 'Dem Man, Dem Man, Dem Man'
I got weed man? I get bread man? And I'll skeng man, don't tempt man
Sixty three grams in the pack I finesse that then I get a next pack, (x2)