Jackets - NEW GEN, 67

You can’t trust everyone

That’s one thing I learned

Yeah, niggas don’t wanna be flying birds

But obviously man can’t do shows init

Feds wanna lock off man’s shows

So man’s trapped in the hood

They can’t stop the ting, the new generation

Sixty

Yo, it’s that Jump Out Gang shit, free the team

Even when I say hi to mums I’m strapped

Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it

Who’s over there in them jackets?

Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it

My driller with the spinner, of course he span it

Bro put 20 in the MAC, of course he rang it

Do or die for the 6

I mash work on the strip

Fuck with the bro, that’s a no-no

Man will lift up and empty the clip

Something for free like a promo

You should see how this 4's gon' flip

Mash work on your bro, no homo

It’s cool, might lift up a prick

Let’s lurk, let’s lurk

4-door with the gang, tryna put him in the dirt

Niggas scream «67k» don’t learn

Didn’t do shit when your brother got burned

44 corn full corn, should’ve hit him in the shirt

Should’ve hit him in the shirt (dropped him)

Been drilling from kwayback you weren’t

Push bike and bruck, let’s lurk

Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it

Who’s over there in them jackets?

Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it

My driller with the spinner, of course he span it

Bro put 20 in the MAC, of course he rang it

Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it

Who’s over there in them jackets?

Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it

My driller with the spinner, of course he span it

Bro put 20 in the MAC, of course he rang it

Back that skeng, put him in his place

Niggas know we don’t play games

44 long, kick-back strong

But we still let the automatic spray

Free Jigga J, he’s low but bait

Had 40's in cabs see his face front page

Big gun can cause an earthquake

Get shot down even on your birthday (dem man know!)

I’m still up in the A

Doing things I can’t say

I swear this music ting’s bait

I ain’t trying to catch no case

Get shot broad day

Main road bait face

I’m still with the same hitters

Some niggas have changed

Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it

Who’s over there in them jackets?

Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it

My driller with the spinner, of-course he span it

Bro put 20 in the MAC, of course he rang it

Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it

Who’s over there in them jackets?

Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it

My driller with the spinner, of course he span it

Bro put 20 in the MAC, of-course he rang it

I hit me a belly

I built me a link in the WV and it went so quick, free Prezi

I still crash on the opps, I’m ready

I made bands off the block already

And the feds wanna fuck up our music ting

Well the feds better be war-ready

These Luger 9s and these 4 stones will turn a Clark Kent to a Kelly

Wanna do tour with the bros, but the feds wanna pull up my car (like get out

the car!)

I wanna run but there’s smoke in my lungs, so I won’t get far

Talking 'bout drug charges, firearms (I don’t even know what you’re talking

about, officer!)

Probably pissed 'cause their daughters flex on my song

I get paid to talk firearms

New Park’s where man’s standing, feds pulling up on a random

All my niggas get bands in, then the fanbase expanding

Billboards, awards and shit, I get paid to talk this gang shit

Hoes on my case, I used to love it, now I can’t stand it

We got heat, big shits, watch it melt, you’re plastic

So fix up, 'cause I’ll pull and let go like elastic

Got chunky stones and R4s, how brilliant, fantastic

67 add a K, you’ll get left where you’re standing

Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it

Who’s over there in them jackets?

Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it

My driller with the spinner, of-course he span it

Bro put 20 in the MAC, of-course he rang it

Skengs in the ride, yeah we brang it

Who’s over there in them jackets?

Bro reverse skrr span it, JOG bang it

My driller with the spinner, of-course he span itBro put 20 in the MAC,

of-course he rang it