2k17 Lyrics

2k17 - Digga D

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Boaw, baow

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' (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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)

We had 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 (yeah, yeah)

We have London screamin'-

They don't care 'bout what it means

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 (rollin')

No bells for the nina, bring the dagger then

Yo, I don't know who them boy think they're badder than (what?)

Get me mad again (what?), 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

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 niggas snitchin' anonymously

Drill, I'm runnin' it prominently

Man bully these rappers, that's dominancy (yeah)

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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)

We had 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 (yeah, yeah)

We have London screamin'-

They don't care 'bout what it means (yo, yo)

I ain't done one show, mans hire us (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

Those-, but now one of them's minus

Fire still walks and I'm blocking sliders (bro)

They keep saying we're wet

Come test the waters and find it out (yeah)

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 my- get stuck and I lie that down

If he still talks crud, I'ma slide back 'round

Gamble your life, blud, bet it (bet it)

Roll the dice and see if man tek it (tek it)

Load the nine with bine and selec' 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 (woo)

I pray that she ain't got a big mouth

Yo, gyal, both of you two take your tits out (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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)

We had 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 (yeah, yeah)

We have London screamin'-

They don't care 'bout what it means (yo)

It don't make no sense why- tried to hop the fence (nah)

Don't like us 'cause we borred up all his friends

They must think I'm cheeky if I can't go back to the ends

But when my license finish, I'ma circle 'round them, circle 'round them

Rrah, bap, bap, bap, bap

(X10)

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