Wat Up Nadia Rose (Ft. 67)

[Verse 1: LD]
Oi, I'm on violence, I'm on crud
I treat them opps like pot
Man I'm tryna leave everyone rubbed
My bro slapped two then passed it
That there's nothing but love
Forget the fame in music, I put skengs in trucks
Put skengs in the ride then lurk
We don't call that putting in work
Spot one, rise that, burst
And we're pissed if he ain't in the dirt
67 MOB, still do it in shoes and shirts
Ask God to pray for my sins
But I still had a hammer at church
Ready to burst

[Verse 2: Monkey]
Do a drill, do a drill (Drillers)
Hammers hanging out windows
Man'll show you something about skills
Now tell your boy what's the deal?
These niggas talking that crud
But interview rooms and they squeal
Man turn up the beef like grill
Then chill with bae, eat a meal
Dark skin driller straight from the Hill
Girl love the vibe 'cause she trill
Opp block with steel
They ain't on piss, they ain't real
Early morning trap, doing drill
Jugging, juggin straight for a meal