PS Hitsquad, Giggs - Black lyrics

Certified Bangerz hit'squad Baby
Look

Let's be real
If you warn talk bout niggas in
Drill that really do drills
Me, I been in the field
Hit'squad baby it give me a thrill
I wanna shoot me a movie, who's he? Bad boy
Martin and Will
Talk bad, you weren't part of
The drill, slide like toosie
Pass me the steel
Quickly, some of them niggas look iffy, I
Only been out like 5 months, nigga
I seen about 50
Blicky if it ain't one of them handys
That are handy then it's a flicky
HSQ, that's hit shit quickly
(quick) cah we hit shit quickly
PS, I'll do him up all bait


I'll do him up broad day
Chest shot, you know my forte
But, I hear bare chat that's
What they all say we rise up, souffle
Dash don't look back like you threw a bouquet
Hit'squad rеady as fuck like Reggie and Ron
Wе ride it's too kray
Duce, I'm in a different mood
Me I don't pick and choose
Size 9's but they're different shoes
She wanna sip some booze, different mood
I had to sip some too, it hit man
Now she got different boobs
Bro got a different zoot, who's this one
Bro that's a different twos (oh shit)
Throw up a flag that's black
Don't wanna wind me up
I'll pop out the box like my name was Jack
Pop out like what, you don't rate man akh?
(What's good) two in the back
I'm on the left tryna lay man flat
Astra man had to paint that black
(Why?) cah it got the baitest akh
Look at the scores, go check the stats
Exactly i'm on the 30th floor with a bad B
(Oh shit) , Hennessy and cranberry (Yes)
Any foolery, got that tool on me
I'm like handy Mandy
Handy pop, have everyone moving G
I come round with candy (Candy)

Throw up a flag that's black (Black gang)
Throw up a flag that's black
Throw up a flag that's black (Black)
Throw up a flag that's black (Block)

Guns and roses, yeah that pump full
That pumpy bloated i'm reloaded
(Hm-m) , bumpy roads, but got 100 soldiers
Itchy fingers and funky odours (Oooh)
Creeping, my gun might roast him
Get bun like opium, sleeping
Got one eye open he's online social media
My don might poke him
My dons don't have to speak
My dons have spoken (Spoken)
What? Slap him, then slap him again
I'm back in effect, shady, I'm back, Eminem
(Jheeze)
I'm back on the wave, digital, I'm back on FM
I'm back in the prem
Big H just splashed the La Crème
I back the percentage talking
I'm at the percent
You want man's attention, camping
Mac in a tent
Mad Max on the scent, fuck that
Get splashed on the fence
Attack on attempts, defence
I'm back on offence
Straight picnic, slide on my yogi
Obi Wun (yeah) , rise the Kenobi
Ask around and I'll bet
He knows me, explosive, wile E coyote
(Jheeze)
Yeah X-Men, you all know the professor
I'm all over the pressa, pressure
I'm all over the pressure
And fuck all the extra man, just roll with a
And H is a boss, so don't open my letter
It's only a match to me, man to my
Left, just holding the Mac for me
Just roll with it naturally
This nigga's stupid
This how got his back to me
Virtual, it been simulation
Not into relations, back up
That's intimidation
I slide through the base quickly
Then swing through the station
If shit's getting shaved
I slip through and shape em
When Giggs in the place
Your bitch get impatient
This bitch in my face, the shit's animation
Whipped couple shakes
Now bitch come and taste em
She picked up the pace and
Gripped on my apron
That loco boss back, serial, coco pop that
Rolex watch, social top cat brand New Glock
Man just ran through knock backs

Throw up a flag that's black
Throw up a flag that's black
Throw up a flag that's black
Throw up a flag that's black