Letra de Bluuwuu 2 - Digga D

(Feat. Sav’O, Horrid1, T.Y., Rack5, Dodgy, M’Skum, ZK (CGM))

Yeah, you dun know already, it's your boy BP

Straight up Tigga D, you dun know, holdin' it down (Ayy, Madara, run that back)

Ten years up in this bitch (AceBeatz)

Still doin' what we gotta do, you understand?

Niggas 'round here still flippin' birds

Still got them sticks

All my niggas on my side straight blue gang

You already know already what's goin' on

We're linked up, bitch

Movin' as a collective, you understand?

Anything blow over here, we're dealin' with

We put the **** in blue (Bluu, bluuwuu)

Crept up, hit him with two

Who smacked him? Got the whole city confused (Bah-bah-bah)

Rest up Gucc' (Rest up Gucc'), tie up the boots

Roll up and eliminate yutes (Paow)

It looks good on the 'net, you pussy

Live in the flesh, your niggas are zoots (Yeah)

They got **** gassed up, 'bout assassin

'Til he heard our ting slapping (Brr)

No one in **** can level my badness

You can't be talking 'bout my block (Bah-bah)

As if, the AK's massive, the corn start crashin'

Them man start dashin', we nearly peeled him (Bah-bah)

Multiple mashings, multiple splashings

We caught his brother and **** **** (Bluuwuu)

Roll up, tump out the 'matic (Buh-buh)

Test the waters and see if it's chattings (Baow, baow, baow)

I got tired of stabbings, in **** alone, better add three slappings (Baow, baow, baow)

**** better add a next two, in **** better add A next one (Brr, baow)

Twelve gauge broke had to buy a next gun (Baow)

I was young first time I shot someone's son (Woi, woi)

**** slipped and got tucked into bed (Baow, baow)

Permanent rest, he ran out of breath (Brr)

Any last words and you're screamin' out, "Help"

Bro, who's gonna help when you're already dead? (Baow, baow, baow)

**** got packed 'cause of in-house beef

They don't drill over here so they **** their own friends (Yeah, yeah)

Left **** too saucy, brought back slavery

Broke that pole on his head (Bah, bah, bah)

I smoke too much ****, I ain't tryna run man down, pussio try run from a bullet (Grr, baow-baow)

The mash is local, grab it and full it

If not, slide with a knife and jook it

Catch me a pirate, I'll captain hook him (Yeah)

Gruesome and brutal, and diggin' and twistin', gorey sight, you don't wanna be lookin'

I bored man's spine and he dropped in the bushes (Yeah)

I'm the aggressor, never the victim (No)

He can't remember, ruined his thinkin' (No)

The way gang ripped him, dipped him, ching him, ching him

Tomahawk, run him and kill him (Yeah, yeah)

The things that I think, me and you are different (Grrah, grrah, bah)

Catch me a pack and go sleep like I didn't (Bah)

Boot off the door, then beat off the 4s, hope we end your life in the place you're livin' (Buh-buh)

**** to the **** (Bah, bah, bah)

Stop it, that ain't no active pattern

**** got shot and he died on the scene, oi, pass me the weed

Let me roll this ****

10 v 1 got cheffed in my bum, cheffed him in his lung, don't talk about **** (Bah, bah)

Licked off a **** and he flew in the air

Now he's in the air, I wish I'd **** **** (Finish him)

**** got slapped, wish bro got a headshot

Happy that my man died, but I'm pissed that gang didn't pack off **** (Woi, woi)

Just circled the whole of **** man for his next stop (Baow)

Let me see **** on the , back my shaver, Imma cut that deadlock

Life taker, I ain't givin' out leg shots

If you're tough, better back what you're sayin'

We do walk-ups or we drive by sprayin'

He got bored up, ten wounds what I gave him

I'm cravin' packs, let me find where you're staying

Swingin' them swords, I ain't doin' my chores

And I boot off the door if I can't find a way in

Slide and man turn into pack not patience

Slid over there made the Glock start rainin'

I heard **** talkin', he ain't talkin' no more, got packed off, chest got slapped off (Bah, bah, bah)

Nah, ****, everyone thought it was the guys packed him

'Cause we been shootin' on that block (Baow, bah-bah)

Rollin' the P and I'm takin' man's hat off

Try do it to **** but he dashed off (Dashed off)

Back to the dotty on them, did a scratch-off

Would've been five of them dead if bro banged off (Buh-buh)

Fuck ****, they ain't touched no one from **** why they rappin' like that

They been stabbed and blamed

But the guys did an eye

Three boys in jail for them shootings, stop cappin' like that (Cap, cap, cap)

Sharpen the blade, carved up his face, dark in the rave, loaded

Ready to bark in a place, he got bored in his head, it was far from a fade

Gang tore him to shreds with the sharpest of blades

Like, what's the confusion? Broad day bootings

Eveybody knows that the **** losin'

If I get the drop with a Glock, I'm routin'

Slap 'til the hang-ting's toothless (Baow, baow)

Side by side, shotguns, we abuse them

I gave the order, Vladimir Putin

Somethin' got bunned, to my ears, that's music

Family's grievin', crime scene gruesome (Dead)

Cro got the get back, I salute him, now I got **** all in my blue slim (Bluuwuu)

Nigga, don't be stupid, free CJ from the 10, Bluuwuu shit (Bluuwuu)

Us or them, What side are you choosing?

I'm really into it, don't find it amusin'

Spoke to bro on the phone, said, "Which one's dyin'? **** killed **** on Tuesday"

We make families grieve (Cry)

They bring up my name in that mornin' briefs

I'm armed and dodgy, I'm linked to bodies

Go on then, ask police (No cap)

Selfish got **** trying to visit his friends (Gang)

Had Rackz tryna argue with me

Wash slime of my blade in Aunty's sink

And watch the cookies, it's hard to believe

If it's war, I'm not gonna stop (Not a chance)

The Lord knows if I clock me an opp, it's hot up

Bro, which one's gonna drop? The **** done got shot in his shop (Bah)

Crocodile teeth gettin' done in the crops

If the star had dogs, I ran with the crop

We turn up West as well, we bun ****, we cheffed up ****

I didn't hit run to the 'net when I hit up the ends

I did it with a brownin', that's high-power

Bro got touched, couldn't sit there sour

I lit up two estates within a hour

Nine out of ten, it's me that's bootin'

Mission complete when I petrol shower

Opps send threats it don't make no sense

Should I step **** and kick up the flowers?

.38s grab no salt, .22 long like the Eiffel Tower

Austin with a hand-ting got powers, and I don't wanna hear 'bout ****

He got chinged on the corner of Powis

Lugga, Nines, get him devoured

Spread them pellets, shotgun showers

Hehahahahahahaha

It do hit different when niggas think you got no bodies, gang

I'll bug up, do your homework, bro

We really be killin' niggas, man (Gang)

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