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Certified Bangerz Hitsquad, baby Look Let's be real If you want talk 'bout niggas in drill that really do drills Me, I been in the field Hitsquad, baby, it give me a thrill I wanna shoot me a movie Who's he? Bad boy, Martin and Will Talk bad, you weren't part of the drill Slide like toosie, pass me the steel Quickly, some of them niggas look iffy I only been out like five months, nigga, I seen about 50 Blicky, if it ain't one of them handys that are handy then it's a flicky HSQ, that's hit shit quickly, cah we hit shit quickly PS, I'll do him up all bait I'll do him up broad day Chest shot, you know my forte But I hear bare chat, "That's what they all say" We rise up, souffle, dash don't look back like you threw a bouquet Hitsquad ready as fuck like Reggie and Ron, we ride it's too cray D'Ussé, I'm in a different mood Me, I don't pick and choose Size nine, but they're different shoes She wanna sip some booze, different mood I had to sip some too, it hit man, now she got different boobs Bro got a different zoot Who's this one? Bro, that's a different twos Hey, throw up a flag that's black Don't wanna wind me up, I'll pop out the box like my name was Jack Hop out like, "What, you don't rate man act?" Two in the back, I'm on the left tryna lay man flat Astra, man had to paint that black Cah it got the baitest act Look at the scores, go check the stats, exactly I'm on the 30th floor with a bad B Hennessy and cranberry Any foolery, got that tool on me, I'm like handy Mandy Handy pop, have everyone moving, G I come round with candy Throw up a flag that's black Throw up a flag that's black Throw up a flag that's black Throw up a flag that's black Guns and roses Yeah, that pump full, that pumpy bloated I'm reloaded Bumpy roads, but got a hundred soldiers Itchy fingers and funky odours Yeah, creeping, my gun might roast him Get burned like opium, sleeping, got one eye open He's online, social media, my don might poke him My dons don't have to speak, my dons have spoken Well, slap him, then slap him again Yeah, I'm back in effect, shady, I'm back, Eminem I'm back on the wave, digital, I'm back on FM Yeah, I'm back in the prem, big H just splashed the la crème I back the percentage talking, I'm at the percent You want man's attention, camping, Mac in a tent Mad Max on the scent, fuck that, get splashed in the fence Attack on attempts, defence, I'm back on offence Straight picnic, slide on my yogi Obi Wan, yeah, rise the Kenobi Ask around and I'll bet he knows me Explosive, yeah, Wile E. Coyote Yeah, X-Men, you all know the professor I'm all over the presser, pressure, I'm all over the pressure Yeah, fuck all the extra man, just roll with a And H is a boss, so don't open my letter Yeah, it's only a match to me Man to my left, just holding the Mac for me Just roll with it naturally This nigga's stupid, this hoe got his back to me Yeah, virtual, it been simulation Not into relations, back up, that's intimidation I slide through the base quickly, then swing through the station If shit's getting shaved, I slip through and shape 'em When Giggs in the place, your bitch get impatient This bitch in my face, shit's animation I whip couple shakes, now bitch come and taste 'em She picked up the pace and gripped on my apron Yeah, that loco boss back, serial Coco Pop that Rolex watch, social top cat Brand-new Glock, man just ran through knock backs Throw up a flag that's black Throw up a flag that's black Throw up a flag that's black Throw up a flag that's black