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Me and Kinz was paralin in Harlsden (Yeah) Had **** lookin' like Harlem Three straps, had them plotted in the garden The bando's on the main road, I'm tellin' you, it's arson Me and him are in the bando, and we're dicing up a Z of light (Trap) My phone rang and Sav told me they're on Insta' live Who? Three dickhead guys, but I can only click it twice So, I'm still goin', tryna show them I'm the drillin' type (Baow) So, I grab my gloves and mask fast, I'm ready to blast (Yeah) I leave a nigga lookin' up at the grass to 'rass Petty ready to bath, and that's for the aftermath In case they gotta put him in a freezer like Häagen-Dazs (Dеad) Kinz threw me the rucksack (Baow) Bruck thе bruck back, I put in two shells and then I shut that He's tellin' me, "I'm mad" (Mad), I'm tellin' him, "I'm bad" (Dumb bro) It should've had a mag', but I still went with what I had (Frrt) On their block, I ain't shoutin' 'cause I'm tryna get near (Sh) Okay, it's that time, see the pussy dem dere (Yeah?) Jump off my bike, I see them runnin' in fear Slap the first shot I hear ringin' in my ear (Bah) The second shot bang, I see the street lights flicker In the ends, they call me, "Double Tap Dapz" more than "Digga" (Frrt) There's a button at the back of the strap for the bottom barrel of the wap Flick it back, bang, and pull the trigger (Buh-buh) I used the petty, I was talkin' 'bout earlier To wipe down, I was scared it's gonna burn me up Letras de cancionesBut, this is what you gotta do when you slap corn (Bah-bah) And I ain't tryna end up on that servery cuz (Nope) I done a drill and went straight back to Kinz's trap (Yeah) No lights, so I was slammin' out Kinz's pack Before I go to sleep, bro, I need the weed "Come, we go to Harlsden," he started laughin' and said, "Digga's tapped" From Letras Mania