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?