Real Drillers 67 (Ft. ITCH (67), R6, ST (67) & Y.SJ (67))

[Chorus: ST]
Niggas know about 18
Jump out gang, real drillers
When you was doing nights with bae
We was really stuffing corn in spinners
Get the drop on dem man
Phone up bro let’s get dem dingers
Click clack, corn gets dashed
You know I got faith on this finger

Niggas know about 18
Jump out gang, real drillers
When you was doing nights with bae
We was really stuffing corn in spinners
Get the drop on dem man
Phone up bro let’s get dem dingers
Click clack, corn gets dashed
You know I got faith on this finger

[Verse 1: Y.SJ]
Heard everyone young jigga beg you pardon
Dem late night I was grafting
That’s no ticks, and no bargains
6Gang to the moon and back
And fat shanks for anyone asking
Man skip and then dash for slip for that crash
It look like he dancing
Come through quaking
Dip, splash, crash either way
See a opp that’s the way he’s getting taken
Pulla 6Gang done did it
Pop tryna fill it, he ain’t conversating
Free Jigga, not long left
He said he’s blessed, he soon done with the waiting
6Gang to the world and back, man I love my team
Nuttin ain’t sweet
All ever I want is cash, still jigga don’t squash no beef
Pull up, they skeet
See niggas pushing there g’s
Couldn’t know we got it on we
Undies on me, couldn’t know I got it on me
But ain’t stopping, that’s skeet