(C-C-Cage got that cold)
Big and serious
Your favourite drill rapper caps
Ask him who his son is
Fo-fo-four meals, six meals, two-twos, two fives
One shot from the dot-dot, hit two guys
Six in the 35, 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 - you
Remington 700 with a scope
God kill me if I'm lyin' had a sniper up in -
You see if I was shootin', was snappin' gigs
Wozza woulda had like five, that's on everything I love
At 17 - three niggas and I hit a -
I don't care who I hit, move when I raise the clip
My brucky, my brucky
W-wherever I go, he goes
My brucky, my brucky
The-these niggas usin' jakes as a cheat code
My brucky, my brucky
If you get hit, please stick to the G-code
I-I-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 (rrr-rrr)
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 16 different bitches
This MR wants an MS with no misses
Beat the PR, he needs a DR 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
W-wherever I go, he goes
My brucky, my brucky
The-these niggas usin' jakes as a cheat code
My brucky, my brucky
If you get hit, please stick to the G-code
I-I-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 innit?
Your favourite drill rapper's guns a virgin
He's a dickhead, you get me?
Ask about my fuckin' index on the roadside, you get me?
(That's my dawg out here)
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
70 still, yeah? It's Alan, bruv
