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(Cage got that cold) Big and serious Your favourite drill rapper caps Ask him who his son is Four meals, six meals, two-twos, two fives One shot from the dot-dot, hit two guys Six in the three-five, told them niggas "Be wise" Slapped the .380 point blank, you won't revive No shorts but I got the .32 autos Can't fit the spinner but it fills up the scopes though Bro, my gun bangs like a porno He saw the .44 and stepped back, yeah, I thought so Rise it and press it, I don't care if it's a bore, true And if it jams, back the rams out the case and boar you Remington seven-double-0 with a scope God kill mе if I'm lyin' had a sniper up in grove You see if I was shootin', was snappin' gigs Wozza woulda had like fivе... That's on everything I love At seventeen bucked three niggas and I hit a **** I don't care who I hit, move when I raise the clip My brucky, my brucky Wherever I go, he goes My brucky, my brucky Letras de cancionesThese niggas usin' jakes as a cheat code My brucky, my brucky If you get hit, please stick to the G-code I bust my gun, don't act like you never knew And bath down to get rid of the residue Asked **** if I let my **** rinse through his letterbox Asked **** why he ran in dust before I let it off (Bap) I shot **** point blank, surprised I didn't dead him off I pulled up at **** when **** jetted off Smoked ****, still don't know who bunned him up, he's clueless Only thing he knows is that it's one of us, we're ruthless Didn't see when I was runnin' up Let off two, so pissed I didn't blood him up Dirty magazine, with sixteen different bitches This M-R wants a M-S with no misses Beat the P-R, he needs a D-R for some stitches Or you get ghosted like some no show visits I could turn your life to a timer Let the shit ding when the pin hits the primer (And again) I could turn your life to a timer Let the shit ding when the pin hits the primer (I had to say it twice) My brucky, my brucky Wherever I go, he goes My brucky, my brucky These niggas usin' jakes as a cheat code My brucky, my brucky If you get hit, please stick to the G-code I bust my gun, don't act like you never knew And bath down to get rid of the residue Man know the fuckin' ting init Your favourite drill rapper's guns a virgin He's a dickhead, you get me? Ask about my fuckin' index on the road side, you get me? That's my dawg out 'ere Really on those fuckin' drillings, you get me? (Bullet) Buss' my ting anywhere (Woo) Rrrr, suck your mudda Gang shit, you know the ting (Dead) Yeah, hello mate? Let me a get a six on four Seventy still, yeah? It's Alan, bruv From Letras Mania