My Brucky Digga D

[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