Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2k17, artist - Digga D. Date of issue: 20.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2k17 |
| 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 niggas 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, 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 |
| 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 |
| It don’t make no sense why **** tried to hop the fence (Nah) |
| 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 |
| Ay |
| Bap, bap, bap, bap |
| Hahaha |