2k17 Lyrics – Digga D

2k17 Lyrics

Baow, baow, come on
Free the guys, everyone, you get me? (Bluuwuu)
Brr, you know the vibes
He di-did it, he di-did it
he di-did it, he di-did it, doing it (Haha)
Yo, free the guys, you get me?
Rollin’ (Rollin’)

I feel like I’m Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap)
The difference is this machine got
a long arse magazine (Grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that’s
poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming T******
they don’t care ’bout, care ’bout what it—
I feel like I’m Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap, bap)
The difference is this machine got
a long arse magazinе (Grr, grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that’s poking through my jeans (Yeah, yеah)
We had London screaming T******, they don’t care ’bout what it means (Hahaha)

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 (Grr, grr, rollin’)
No bells for the nina, bring the dagger dem
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 mans chest and back again (Yeah, yeah)
Too real for the scene, they ain’t seen what I seen
Whistle on pistol with the beam (Bo-boom)
Crib Session, I had the machine
Daily Duppy, I went with a full magazine (Grr, grr, grr)
Four-fizzy on FRE
The four-five if man don’t free up the C.R.E.A.M (Yo, gimme that)
We slimed out ****, then ****, they’re callin’ us robbery team
Please stop botherin’ 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”