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ds (3×3) – back 2 back lyrics

[intro: ds & ]
saunderz
ayy, keepz, donnies are mad
just took a trip to the l
didn’t see their squad, guess i’m the one sinning

[verse 1: drilla]
get back crew, you know what we do
we really put blades in yutes (yeah, we do)
if i jumped on tracks, and didn’t get back
guarantee i wouldn’t be afg, that’s facts (no way)
you jumped on road for clouts and yats
i do these hits and get back gang
you know what we do, we step on flats
rise and slap, rise and slap (baow, baow, baow, baow)
[verse 2: ds]
no ifs or buts, when gangs on a ride
if you ain’t tryna k!ll, don’t come on the glide (get the f+ck out)
you don’t need a holiday for no tan
just post on the block, you’ll see heat risе
don’t need a satnav up in the farm
i won’t get lost, been therе bare times
pop this door, right now on the opp block
spill his ketchup, ain’t no heinz (aye splash that)

[verse 3: drilla]
listen, but i guess they won’t listen (they won’t)
so, i’m out on the glide tryna catch one of them
knock him out of his pivot (bow, bow, bow, bow)
sj love shoot with the rhythm
i’m up in the trap, calculating these digits
she 5’2, had to f+ck on the midget
i’m breaking her back, and i’m tellin’ ’em listen (aye, clap aye, clap aye, clap aye)

[verse 4: ds]
ask jango, who he got on his blade
and that one there is a touchy topic (go ask)
gang bucked onyx, he turned sonic
and pending pack, seemed he was on it (why you runnin’?)
gang bucked widdapot, put him on the bonnet
eyes roll back, he was so shambolic (haha)
++++ felt like he was drunk, lol, is he an alcoholic? (is he buzzin’?)
[verse 5: drilla]
get+back gangin’, man can’t manage
leave man splashed
choose your words, the gangnem too drastic (choose wise)
open fabrics, leave man plankin’
done him on the mains, lil bro did catch him (ds)
bells gon’ slap, and slap man’s brain out
you don’t wanna see gangnem on the take+out
man got packed off, we don’t do pass outs (no we don’t)

[verse 6: ds]
run down opps and pray they trip
i smoke their friends, my staminas sh+t (dead boys)
i don’t lie on tracks, don’t tell no fibs
life support, are you smokin’ krizz? (are you f+ckin’ dumb?)
my shank got used, and the scars show it
if you wanna talk drills, then i’m on the list (i’m up there)
missed ++++, i was more than p+ssed
best hide your kettle, i’ll chop that wrist (that’s a [?])

[verse 7: drilla]
numerous touchin’s, back road itchin’s
how many times we left man twitchin’? (we know)
he got chinged and went to his siblin’
i don’t even know ’bout all these victims (i don’t know)
[verse 8: ds]
just took a trip to the l
didn’t see their squad, guess i’m the one sinnin’ (where they at?)
and i lost ++++ in less than a minute
he spun his ‘ped, he was movin’ frigid (where you goin’)

[verse 9: drilla]
[?] went nuts and took his soul, and all now he sung for his [?] (free bro)
f+ck it, bang this ting if i chop it, bruck it, he got left all [?]
came for a good time, left a watch (let me get that)
when we turn [?] boppin’
just had a dotts, this foot needs choppin’
couple man move left, had to get cropped in (had to crop them out)

[verse 10: ds]
i got them shook, timid, they don’t wanna admit it
she knows her brothers beefin’ the mandem
but she still let bro zt hit it
how you tryna say that we ain’t ever did it
you’re lucky it jammed and kept on cl!ckin’ (gunna)
catch that clown, without the ribbit
drop on a opp, go there ‘n wig it (wig it, wig that)

[outro]
keepz made it

- ds 3x3 lyrics

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