What They Talking About - 67, LD, Dimzy

Still hoppin' out four-doors, still hoppin' out ten toes, two waps

What they talkin' bout?

They ain’t walkin' what they talkin', what they talkin' 'bout?

We get the dingers and the spinners and we rollin' out

We love the dotty but the automatic’s comin' out

I’m rein' up when the ammunition’s runnin' out

Need gelato but I’m smokin' lots of cookie now

I don’t wanna smoke in weed, I ain’t nowhere loud

Trident and undercovers wanna take me down (Fuck 'em)

But I’m workin' hard, the make the city proud

Roll in then roll out

I remember that quando, hittin' cells all pronto

Never five, that’s my guy

Luger lines, that’s number 9s like Rondo

Steel pan, that’s live drums not bongos

It’s funny still

How niggas talkin' like backchat

Pree a man like Snapchat

What the fuck do you feel like?

What you man really talkin' 'bout?

Pick it up and go walk around

Whip it up and then fork it out

Nuttin' ain’t change just rap

Fuck with gangdem, bring them 40's out

What they talkin' 'bout?

How much time man had to step and bring then .40s out?

Dem boy just wet, dem boy just rap for clout

I got big bands in my account

Trap house still boomin', trap money account

All my bruddas gettin' money 'cause we on the paper route

Phone shh for the yea, bro got it, large amounts

Get the drop on the opps, then we’re comin' 'round

Total wipeout if I bring the 'matic out

Guns money and drugs what I rap about

I really handle my beef, them niggas backin' out

I’ve told man already that 67's still bangin' out

Skengs in the ride, knows we be hangin' out

I do this for the gang, why you do it for the fuckin' clout?

You ain’t really 'bout what you rap, you’re just a fuckin' clown

They ain’t walkin' what they talkin', what they talkin' 'bout?

If you see me lurkin' with lurkers, I got my cooker 'round

Savin' up, I lost 50 pounds

Till I’m makin' like 50 thou

Stil got beef on the streets so new waps, I’ll cop it now

All this money I’m spendin' off

Truss me, I done made it back

Peng tings wanna at me off and tease me with them dirty snaps

I lurk around with my drillers dem

Ding dongs to the flyest whips

Post Trappy, he’s flyin' it

If I catch a case then I’m fightin' it

Six gang still slidin' through

Been on top six years straight, we’re the reason you’re strip ain’t

Roll around with the PR in my DSQs

Anything that I done, M did it too

Eyerolls, contollin' Q

Pull up on them and burn that

Better hope you can firm that

Pressin' up his intestines

points still burn, akh

LD, that six god

You see the name, I done earned that

Trip down the Shalaqua, twist it up and then burn that

They ain’t walkin' what they talkin', what they talkin' 'bout?

We get the dingers and the spinners and we rollin' out

We love the dotty but the automatic’s comin' out

I’m rein' up when the ammunition’s runnin' out

Need gelato but I’m smokin' lots of cookie now

I don’t wanna smoke in weed, I ain’t nowhere loud

Trident and undercovers wanna take me down (Fuck 'em)

But I’m workin' hard, the make the city proud