Fredo ft. Sus - Double Tap Lyrics

"Ayy, yo, Broadday"
"Yo, yo, wagwan?"
My fuckin' nigga, ayy, tell 'em suttin' man
"Yo, free the fuckin' guys
Real fuckin' stretchers, real criminals"
We close cats, and we beat a fuckin' dead case, innit
You know me fam
Free the guys, free the opps so they can drop
Woosh"
"Woosh, trust me"

Can't get to the 4's, it's calm
'Cah bro PG and Lil Dotz from Zart
Now shells flyin' out like Mario Kart
Roll up broad day, tryna bun mans clart
Come by next day like just me this time
Two hands on the twelve at midnight
Drench my zombie, wet my samurai sword
And board up shh, with my flick knife
Ain't tryna insight, just tryna show you my insight
Come outside, might tear up your inside
Buck into them it's on sight
See red 'til I see red don't think twice
If you wan' fly blue we'll turn that purple
Swing and ching it, ain't into the verbal
Don't wanna see AM like Özil
Rusty one could've got down a Nazi
It's been around since Winston Churchill
If SWavey rev up the German
There's no way you could jump that hurdle
Opps get spot from far, then hit by the car
Jump out get close and personal
Don't fuck with rats
But I grip two swords like Raph' from the Ninja Turtles

Double tap, then double back
Opps get popped like bubble wrap
Broadday and Blitz, that's double waps
I like money and guns and bubble backs
I can't wait 'til gang got another pack
I can't wait 'til gang got another plaque
I can't wait for a check had to hit the trap
And that's a hole why you puddle that?
Double tap, then double back
Opps get popped like bubble wrap
Mix up the food, man double that
I like money and guns and bubble back
I can't wait 'til gang got another pack
Can't wait 'til gang got another plaque
Can't wait for no check had to hit the trap
And that girls a ho, how you cuddle that?

New strap mans not Rivelda
More tools then Bob the builder
Free up the guys, they locked the field up
My white girl flies, I shot Matilda
How much packs got made with ease?
Spilled his hands we baked his beam
Got all drugs from ABC
This is PG to AGB
PG, yeah, we're active fam
Them man bang on Snap' and 'Gram
This ain't weed, I'm baggin' grams
But still I get my packs in 'Dam
And we're the ones that pack your gang
Shootin' shit up back to back
Lil' bro wan' trap, then pack your bags
Cling film razors, plastic bags
They're hooked on the end of the pipe
My work starts at the end of the night
How you leavin' your friend on a glide?
He come to my ends for the end of his life
Introduce man to the end of my knife
It's up to God if the brudda survives
I'll take your food, but never advice
I wanted the whole thing, never a slice

Double tap, then double back
Opps get popped like bubble wrap
Broadday and Blitz, that's double waps
I like money and guns and bubble backs
I can't wait 'til gang got another pack
I can't wait 'til gang got another plaque
I can't wait for a check had to hit the trap
And that's a hole why you puddle that?
Double tap, then double back
Opps get popped like bubble wrap
Mix up the food, man double that
I like money and guns and bubble back
I can't wait 'til gang got another pack
Can't wait 'til gang got another plaque
Can't wait for no check had to hit the trap
And that girls a ho, how you cuddle that?