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Ay, yo Broadday Yo, yo wagwan My fucking nigga, ay tell ‘em suttin’ man Yo, free the fucking guys Real fucking steppers, real criminals Cause chaos and abuse our fucking ZK’s innit You know me fam Free the guys, free the opps so they can drop Woosh Woosh, trust me Can’t get to the 4’s, it’s calm ‘Cah bro PG and Lil Dotz from Zart Now shells flying out like Mario Kart Roll up broad day, tryna bun mans clart Come by next day like jus’ me this time Two hands on the twelve at midnight Drench my zombie, wet my samurai sword and bored up shh with my flick knife Ain’t tryna insight, jus’ tryna show you my insight Come outside, might tear up your inside Buck into them it’s on sight, see red ‘til I see red don’t think twice If you wan’ fly blue we’ll turn that purple Swing and ching ain’t into thе verbal Don’t wanna see AM like Özil Rusty one could’vе got down a Nazi It’s been around since Winston Churchill Letras de cancionesIf SWavey rev up the German, there’s no way you could jump that hurdle Opps get spot from far, then hit by the car, jump out get close and personal Don’t fuck with rats but I grip two swords like Raph from the Ninja Turtles Double tap, then double back Opps get popped like bubble wrap Broadday and Blitz that’s double waps I like money and guns and bubble backs I can’t wait ‘til gang got another pack I can’t wait ‘til gang got another plaque I can’t wait for a cheque had to hit the trap And that’s a hole why you puddle that? Double tap, then double back Opps get popped like bubble wrap Mix up the food man double that I like money and guns and bubble back I can’t wait ‘til gang got another pack Can’t wait ‘til gang got another plaque Can’t wait for no cheque had to hit the trap And that girls a hoe how you cuddle that? New strap mans not Revuilder More tools then Bob the builder Free up the guys, they locked the field up My white girl flies, I shot Matilda How much packs got made with ease? Spilled his hands we baked his beam Got all drugs from ABC This is PG to AGB PG yeah we’re active fam Them man bang on Snap’ and ‘Gram This ain’t weed I’m bagging grams But still I get my packs in ‘Dam And we’re the ones that pack your gang Shootin’ shit up back to back Lil bro wan’ chat then pack your bags Cling from razors, plastic bags They’re hooked on the end of the pipe My work starts at the end of the night How you leaving your friend on a glide? He come to my ends for the end of his life Introduce man to the end of my knife It’s up to God if the brudda survives I’ll take your food, but never advice I wanted the whole thing, never a slice Double tap, then double back Opps get popped like bubble wrap Broadday and Blitz that’s double waps I like money and guns and bubble backs I can’t wait ‘til gang got another pack I can’t wait ‘til gang got another plaque I can’t wait for a cheque had to hit the trap And that’s a hole why you puddle that? Double tap, then double back Opps get popped like bubble wrap Mix up the food man double that I like money and guns and bubble back I can’t wait ‘til gang got another pack Can’t wait ‘til gang got another plaque Can’t wait for no cheque had to hit the trap And that girls a hoe how you cuddle that? From Letras Mania