Glorious Twelfth - 67, Dimzy, LD

Still pull up on shit

Big hand gun you know I grip (know I grip)

The 3−5-7 ain’t loaded

The 44's kickin' out six ('4s kicking' out six)

Or I get up close with the shotty (boom boom), two shots in my quick

I ain’t even tryna get nicked, but everyday I take these risks

So boy don’t slip, if rise my skeng I swear I won’t miss

Or I back up my knife and chef man down

Only jail when I’m gon' use fists

Someone tell these niggas don’t slip

Cause I’m out 'ere keepin' up mad antics

They don’t ever bang but they chat like bitch

67 gang still lurkin' whips

War, mans ready

Fill up the 4's like petty

Corn fly like confetti (bow bow)

Smoke niggas get money

Jugging jugging for my mummy (jugging jugging)

Fuck it bro, man get muddy

Turn Mad Max in a hurry

Big 12 gauge tryna scurry

Free squeezient he’s my buddy (free him)

C-32, M-10, my bro’s oh so cruddy (my brudda’s)

Nigga’s know, nigga’s know

Big skengs tryna hit you’re buddy

Jump out, jump out gang

Man’s lurkin' tryna hit your buddies (jump out jump out)

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 driller upsa with the rice and curry

Man step correct with them waps bitch

Mans scurry (Skrrrrr)

Just come some new numbers (clients)

I’m about to do numbers (ring)

Taking trips to dem country spots

I ain’t seen home in ages (quay)

Bank roll, big wages (bands)

Savage livin' that’s always (savage)

Put the 12 where your face is (bang)

Redrum when I do pavements (bang)

Gun smoke for the pagans (gun smoke)

Weed smoke I inhale it (trust)

Mix the ammi with the flavours (trust)

My nigga’s don’t give a toss, it’s live corn or a shavin' (chef 'I'm)

Hit the cells on a hot day, or hit the cells when its rainin'

Either way I gotta rake it (smash out)

Quay quay with my trap team

Runnin' traps and we stayin' it (quay)

Free up my young G Pulla, It’s been a long time his been caged in (free up)

Undies on us for drillin’s

They don’t wanna the see the Six winnin'

Six shots in that spin

Its spinnin' well (Ey!) and its kickin'

(Mud) It’s glorious twelfth I’m steppin' (It's shootin' time)

I step with skengs and friends

Names that I don’t need to mention (unknown bangers)

Live corn hold him back like detention (bow)

Now his team’s gotta bench him (bench's on)

Doin' warm up drills with gang, 4 door pull up and stretch him (Skrrrrr, bow)

And I’m still here doing up shows (yeah)

Me M and C Rose

Got all the opp blocks on ropes (all o' dem)

And they’re still here doin' the most (Yeah all o' dat, all o' dat)

See them in viz in a 4 door pause now they ain’t involved (Skrrrrrr)

Still corn 'em (bow), corn 'em (bow)

Just do it and ghost (yeah)

67 still doing up roads

I’m on violence, I make bands

I smoke cookie and Am (ai)

Got the loudest of packs

Your weed is dead, its trash take it back (take it back)

Bro walked in with the wap

Dressed in black

Said let’s lurk on these flats (let's lurk)

Itch is way too itchy, 2−2 itchy, little bro’s tryna scratch (bow)

WAPS

How much time me and gang brought waps round and crashed (bow bow)

How much time did we ching up the place and watch him trip up, drop and plank

(ching)

R6, ST, T-Trap will ching up his chest neck and his back (splash)

Liquez just stepped up balling lookin' like racks

Diamonds flashed (flash)

We just stepped in to the venue, lemme get a yak and scratch this Am (scratch

it)

I’m still in the flats with:

Drillers (drillers)

Trappers (trappers)

Killers (killers)

Dingers (Dingers)

Spinners, jump out wave it round like a wizard

Ay