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