On Tour Night Skinny (Ft. 67)

[Verse 1: LD]
Lurk with gang, I do it a lot
First it's Oz, man I drop that down
Treat that like the opps
Don't matter if you lack or not
Still get dropped, beat down and shot
Get gwop, get weapons
On site pagans, stay healthy, drop
Look, you don't run your postcodes
So they talk places you don't go
See the 44, slap three man
Still hitting notes like [?]
Don't wonder why I'm with man
You know the shit I did for my gang
All the opps know when L's about
It's never safe where they hang
I jumped out and they ran
They never see shit in my hands
They're filthy impostors, wastemen, tramps
I've got live corn for their batch
And this ain't leaving no scratch
We run riots in these flats
Six gang to the world and back

[Hook: LD & Liquez]
Jump out gang, we touring
In Germany or Italy, the UK gets boring
I don't know myself no more, I'm out here whoring
All these European hoes thought UK got boring
Take this warning
All this falling
I might start some foreign beef 'cause UK got boring
Jump out gang (ah)
Jump out gang (drilla)
Jump out gang (ah)
Jump out gang (drilla)
Jump out gang (ah)