Digga D - My Brucky Lyrics

(Cage got that cold)
Big and serious
Your favorite drill rapper caps
Ask him who his son is

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, he 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 buck you
Remington seven-double-oh with a scope
God kill me if I'm lyin' had a sniper up in grove
You see if I was shootin', was snappin' gigs
Wozza woulda had like five
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

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

Ask, if I let my- rinse through his letterbox
Ask, why he ran in dust before I let it off (bap)
I-, point blank, surprised I didn't dead him off
I pulled up at-, with led, I popped then jetted off
Smoked-, still don't know who bun him up, he's clueless
Only thing he knows is that it's one of us, we're ruthless
Didn't see when I was runnin' up
Let off two, so pissed I didn't blood him up
Dirty magazine, with sixteen different bitches
This M-R wants a M-S with no misses
Beat the P-R, he needs a D-R for some stitches
Or you get ghosted like some no show visits
I could turn your life to a timer
Let the shit ding when the pin hits the primer (and again)
I could turn your life to a timer
Let the shit ding when the pin hits the primer (I had to say it twice)

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

Man know the f*ckin' ting init
Your favorite drill rapper's gun's a virgin
He's a dickhead, you get me?
Ask about my f*ckin' index on road side
You get me? (That's my dawg)
Out 'ere
Really doin' those f*ckin' drillings, you get me? (Bullet)
Buss my ting anywhere (woo)
Rrrr (hoodie-hoo)
Suck your mudda
Gang shit, you know the ting (dead)

"Yeah, hello mate?
Let me a get a six on four
Seventy still, yeah?
It's Alan, bruv"