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brightburn - double iz lyrics

[chorus: double iz &{k1}]
i’m on the roads live life like a siren, the life they live is too violent
i love riding so my peds done mileage, hiding
where they at, they hiding, hold him, ching him or rise’n’tan him
we do drills ’cause they’re always expiring, drills ain’t tiring
workers need hiring, oppboys flying, live life like brightburn
{shavings on pagans, not songs
if you say that k1 don’t drill, i can pull up right now and prove that wrong
mhustlr dont run the streets and we have dots just picking up opps
and all they do is keep chattin on us, so keep drilling on them why not?}

[verse 1: double iz]
1*2 n*ggas get drilled by me
how many times did i swerve with the rambo nank tryna make it minus three
dem boy do it for the net and that
its evident we do it for heat
i done drills in black and white
i got the advantage like fishbone d
how many man from your team been gliding
whos tryna catch a13s
beefing us well you have lost it
just know there is no turning back
i found my self up in shh
the day i opened his head
went home came back then went back
now im back work should’ve been mashed
but they got me a ban from shhh

[verse 2: k1]
nb9,new drillings bore them up ’till i hurt my hand
and if it starts aching then i switch it
talk and talk, still spared his name mow gettin crossed off the tick list
yeah my nank is long its digging in my thighs, dont ask why i fidget
when i nank that yute i need no assistance
after we turn him pack, we firing that ’till their whole blocks finnished
bgm time three stop spazing, do bootings on top of frying s
how many mans been fished? some actors most of them sleep on the floor no mattress

[verse 3: double iz]
beefing ain’t priceless
i dont wanna deal with the beef but it ain’t gonna stop, only get less silent
same yutes still lying and dying, retaliation date expires
dead opps mums still crying, they turned lifers, they turned him lifeless
even the ***** scored on them so ‘course i gotta run from shhh
riding, i’m sliding of course
and life’s too short so i got my bros, for all of the guys we bored
in the dinger, riding opp block, remembering all of the times we’ve walked
fat man *****, won’t see him for a month, his chair probably aiming for life support

[verse 4: k1]
still got beef that i handle
still walk on street, no lacking, watch man vanish before i back it
bro got beef, man back it, come out like a13, i run and attack him
soldier taking jugg, man sack him, they all know we get rubber bands in
how you rap when you ain’t been splashing, splash him, swing them shanks, i’m crazy
gyal on me, bruck her back in but i’m out ‘ere trapping and stacking drills on drills on drills on drills, i do drills with my sixteen inch
i swear they say smoking k!lls but then bro still reaped his ashes
i love the thrill when i hop out the ride

- double iz lyrics

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