Double Tap (feat. Sus)

Ay, yo, Broadday Yo, yo, wagwan? My fucking nigga, ayy, tell 'em something, man Yo, free the fucking guys Real fucking steppers Real criminals We cause chaos and abuse our fucking ZKs, innit? You know me, fam Free the guys, free the opps so they can drop Woosh Woosh, trust me Can't get to the 4s, 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, "Just me this time" Two hands on the twelve at midnight Drench my zombie, wet my samurai sword, I'm bored, I shh with my flick knife Ain't tryna incite, just tryna show you my insight Come outside, might tear up your inside Buck it to them, it's on sight See red 'til I see red, don't think twice If you wan' fly bluе, we'll turn that purple Swing and ching, ain't into the vеrbal Don't wanna see AM like Özil Rusty one, could've got down a Nazi, it's been around since Winston Churchill If SWavey revs 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 ho, why you cuddled 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 girl's a ho, how you cuddled that? New strap, man's not Revuilder More tools than 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 bean 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 ho, why you cuddled 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 girl's a ho, how you cuddled that?