5AM Vamping - 67, LD, Dimzy

Squad

From kway back then likkle yout' fam I learned how to rob

Ring trap, ring trap, manaman sell Whitney and Bob

67 ain’t a gang, it’s a family, something like a mob

Bang for my bro, bang for my blood nonstop

Got drillers that lurk with the mop

You don’t wanna see LD with that spinner that barks like a dog

Slip or slide, slip then you’re gonna get got

Put smoke in the ride let’s lurk I’m tryna hit em with the dots

Vamping

5am with the gang, blowing loud on a gang ting

Finnessing the game like Messi

Whenever 67's in the rave manaman blow loud so the club’s so smelly

Pengting tryna act prestige in the corner but man know she a jezzy

Money don’t sleep at all

I link my plug then chop it all up

Hit the market and set up my stall

My young boys get in them bands

They said trapping man fuck that school

Dropped two packs off kway

Told my runners «Don't fuck up at all»

I get bands that’s cool

From trapping, shows and making new tunes

Kitties dem love my stones

Shooters and trappers and pengtings love my tunes

From way back we fucked up the roads

Skengs on peds, skengs in a 4 door too

Dotty on the ride from way back

32 spinners and bro we had a 44 too

Now we got a chopper with 50

You don’t wanna get hit with this corn

That’s 50 bells in this clip

Gun same size like a fucking chainsaw

Little man you won’t ever understand

Until you see the fucking size of the corn

44 in a 4 door like 67k, what, where?

Hold corn

Gang

Since LD’s here who cares if Scribz on a ban

Suttin got touched round there now there’s bare feds where man hang

How you fucking with dem man there and claiming that we’re fam?

Well you’ll soon learn that can be dodgy

Free Wig got locked for a body

Ain’t seen him since '011

Them days we got stashed with a shotty

You better just mean it and do it

When I raise that mash, no time to say sorry

Young boys on the block trapping on volks these days

Who cares about colly

You don’t wanna see Liquez with a skeng

That there’s nothing but danger

That’s churches, suits and ties

And family singing «away in a manger»

Had am you were smoking on cheese

Calm down you don’t know about flavours

Need a steak and rice

Got this thing on my waist, don’t care

Still going through flavours