2k17 Lyrics by Digga D
Bow! Bow!
Come on
Free the guys, everyone, you get me?
Rrrrrrrr, you know the vibes
You di-did it, you di-did it, you di-did it
You did it, doin’ it
Yo!
Free the guys
You get me?
Rollin’!
Rollin’!
I feel like I’m double-tappin’ 2K17
The difference is this machine got a long-arse magazine
I know you see this hunting knife that’s pokin’ through my jeans
We have London screamin’ ****, they don’t care ’bout what it, care ’bout what it
I feel like I’m double-tappin’ 2K17
The difference is this machine got a long-arse magazine
I know you see this hunting knife that’s pokin’ through my jeans
We have London screamin’ ****, they don’t care ’bout what it means
(Hahahaha)
If you tell me one man, just one man that you shot
Then I’ll never rap again
I don’t wanna hear that cap again
Roll up, lift the pole up and slap at them (Rrrrr-rrrrr-rollin’)
No bells for the nina, bring the dagger then
Yo, I don’t know who them boy think they’re badder than
Get me mad again, get me mad again
So I can ching man’s chest and back again (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too real for the scene, they ain’t seen what I seen
Whistle on a pistol with a beam (Boom boom)
Crib Session, I had the machine
Daily Duppy, I went with a full magazine (Rrrr-rrrr-rrrr)
Four-fizzy on FRE
The four-five if man don’t free up the cream (Yo, gimme that)
We slimed out ****, then ****
They’re callin’ us Robbery Team
Please stop bothering me
Did I hit that stain? Well, obviously
Jokes, I ain’t do none of that, B
Cah these n***** snitchin’ anonymously
Drill, I’m runnin’ it prominently
Man bully these rappers, that’s dominancy
I’ll go to a show with a dotty on me
Fucked up, tell them boy stop copyin’ me
I feel like I’m double-tappin’ 2K17
The difference is this machine got a long-arse magazine
I know you see this hunting knife that’s pokin’ through my jeans
We have London screamin’ ****, they don’t care ’bout what it, care ’bout what it
I feel like I’m double-tappin’ 2K17
The difference is this machine got a long-arse magazine
I know you see this hunting knife that’s pokin’ through my jeans
We have London screamin’ ****, they don’t care ’bout what it means
Yo, yo (Hahahaha)
I ain’t done one show, man’s high risk (No)
I ain’t goin’ Wireless fireless (No)
I just pray I get through with this 19
I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no Covid virus
Mask on BHA, press on the nine
It’s fuck killin’ them with kindness
It was ****, but now one of them’s minus
Fire still walks and I’m blocking sliders
They keep saying we’re wet
Come test the waters and find it out
He didn’t mind his mouth
So the guys got mad and they slimed him out
Whoever’s the king better hide that crown
If I swing my ching I’ma knife that down
Tell man **** get stuck and I lie that down
If he still talks crud, I’ma slide back ’round
Gamble your life, blud, bet it
Roll the dice and see if man tek it
Load the nine with bine and selek it
Aim the wap at his wig and press it, press it
Stepped in the room, clocked two scroom
I instantly backed my dick out
I pray that she ain’t got a big mouth
Yo, gyal, vote for you to take your tits out
I feel like I’m double-tappin’ 2K17
The difference is this machine got a long-arse magazine
I know you see this hunting knife that’s pokin’ through my jeans
We have London screamin’ ****, they don’t care ’bout what it, care ’bout what it
I feel like I’m double-tappin’ 2K17
The difference is this machine got a long-arse magazine
I know you see this hunting knife that’s pokin’ through my jeans
We have London screamin’ ****, they don’t care ’bout what it means