[Intro: PS]
Certified Bangerz
Hitsquad Baby
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[Verse 1: PS]
Let's be real, if you warn talk bout n***as in drill that really do drills
Me, I been in the field, hitsquad 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 n***as look iffy, I only been out like 5 months, n***a, 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
Hitsquad 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)
[Chorus: PS]
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)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Guns and roses, yeah that pump full, that pumpy bloated
I'm reloaded (Hmm!), 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 n***a'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
[Chorus: PS]
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