My Brucky Song Lyrics

My Brucky by Digga D

(Cage got that cold)
Big and serious
Your favourite drill rapper caps
Ask him who his son is

Four meals, six meals, two-twos, two fives
One shot from the dot-dot, hit two guys
Six in the three-five, told them niggas “Be wise”
Slapped the .380 point blank, you won’t revive
No shorts but I got the .32 autos
Can’t fit the spinner but it fills up the scopes though
Bro, my gun bangs like a porno
He saw the .44 and stepped back, yeah, I thought so
Rise it and press it, I don’t care if it’s a bore, true
And if it jams, back the rams out the case and boar you
Remington seven-double-0 with a scope
God kill me if I’m lyin’ had a sniper up in grove
You see if I was shootin’, was snappin’ gigs
Wozza woulda had like five…
That’s on everything I love
At seventeen bucked three niggas and I hit a ****
I don’t care who I hit, move when I raise the clip

My brucky, my brucky
Wherever I go, he goes
My brucky, my brucky
These niggas usin’ jakes as a cheat code
My brucky, my brucky
If you get hit, please stick to the G-code
I bust my gun, don’t act like you never knew
And bath down to get rid of the residue

Asked **** if I let my **** rinse through his letterbox
Asked **** why he ran in dust before I let it off (Bap)
I shot **** point blank, surprised I didn’t dead him off
I pulled up at **** when **** jetted off
Smoked ****, still don’t know who bunned him up, he’s clueless
Only thing he knows is that it’s one of us, we’re ruthless
Didn’t see when I was runnin’ up
Let off two, so p**sed I didn’t blood him up
Dirty magazine, with sixteen different b**ches
This M-R wants a M-S with no misses
Beat the P-R, he needs a D-R for some stitches
Or you get ghosted like some no show visits
I could turn your life to a timer
Let the sh*t ding when the pin hits the primer (And again)
I could turn your life to a timer
Let the sh*t ding when the pin hits the primer (I had to say it twice)

My brucky, my brucky
Wherever I go, he goes
My brucky, my brucky
These niggas usin’ jakes as a cheat code
My brucky, my brucky
If you get hit, please stick to the G-code
I bust my gun, don’t act like you never knew
And bath down to get rid of the residue

Man know the f**kin’ ting init
Your favourite drill rapper’s guns a virgin
He’s a dickhead, you get me?
Ask about my f**kin’ index on the road side, you get me?
That’s my dawg out ‘ere
Really on those f**kin’ drillings, you get me? (Bullet)
Buss’ my ting anywhere (Woo)
Rrrr, suck your mudda
Gang sh*t, you know the ting (Dead)
Yeah, hello mate?
Let me a get a six on four
Seventy still, yeah?
It’s Alan, bruv