My Brucky Digga D
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[Intro]
(Cage got that cold)
Big and serious
Your favourite drill rapper caps
Ask him who his son is
[Verse 1]
Four meals, six meals, two-twos, two fives
One shot from the dot-dot, hit two guys
Six in the three-five, 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 boar you
Remington seven-double-0 with a scope
God kill mе if I'm lyin' had a sniper up in grove
You see if I was shootin', was snappin' gigs
Wozza woulda had like fivе...
That's on everything I love
At seventeen bucked three niggas and I hit a ****
I don't care who I hit, move when I raise the clip
[Chorus]
My brucky, my brucky
Wherever I go, he goes
My brucky, my brucky
These niggas usin' jakes as a cheat code
My brucky, my brucky
If you get hit, please stick to the G-code
I bust my gun, don't act like you never knew
And bath down to get rid of the residue
(Cage got that cold)
Big and serious
Your favourite drill rapper caps
Ask him who his son is
[Verse 1]
Four meals, six meals, two-twos, two fives
One shot from the dot-dot, hit two guys
Six in the three-five, 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 boar you
Remington seven-double-0 with a scope
God kill mе if I'm lyin' had a sniper up in grove
You see if I was shootin', was snappin' gigs
Wozza woulda had like fivе...
That's on everything I love
At seventeen bucked three niggas and I hit a ****
I don't care who I hit, move when I raise the clip
[Chorus]
My brucky, my brucky
Wherever I go, he goes
My brucky, my brucky
These niggas usin' jakes as a cheat code
My brucky, my brucky
If you get hit, please stick to the G-code
I bust my gun, don't act like you never knew
And bath down to get rid of the residue
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