This drill rap gettin´ easy, layin´ you down like OMB Peezy (Ant, man, you so hard)
These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna (Jayco, on bro, on foenem grave) She steady talkin´ reckless, finna turn her to a necklace And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I´m still gon´ up this pole, uh
Thirty on your head, your kid gon´ sit and watch it blow Red light, green light, go Don´t care if it´s red, I´m still gon´ go, huh Drill shit be cap, layin´ in my bed, I´m makin´ rap Fuck it, I´m still gon´ spit this drill This might be fire, but I ain´t gon´ kill Uh, this drill rap gettin´ easy Take your bitch and make her easy
All these rap niggas be corny Can´t get me wet, can´t make me horny She steady talkin´ reckless Take out her throat and now she breathless And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I´m still gon´ up this pole, uh Thirty on your head, call BabyDrill, he take your head, uh Try me if you crazy, you ain´t up the score, so you ain´t phase me Got away, I know she glad Don´t let me catch her or that´s her ass, haha This drill rap gettin´ easy, layin´ you down like OMB Peezy These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna She steady talkin´, I said, she, huh? These rap niggas, huh? Huh?
This drill rap gettin´ easy, layin´ you down like OMB Peezy These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna She steady talkin´ reckless, finna turn her to a necklace And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I´m still gon´ up this pole, uh
I´m as rich and slimy as it get, I´ll still wipe some noses (Slatt, slatt) Niggas bitches, actin´ like they ´bout that, tryna get exposed Fell in love with this new G-lock, I put blood all on my pole (G-lock)
Niggas actin´ like they see us, niggas know it´s time to score, redrum Nigga, I mean murder, walk down with that blick and hurt ´em (Baow, baow, baow) I don´t send shit straight to doctors and I don´t send shit straight to hearses Huh, Young Crew do a lot, caught for a G-lock, I´m just glad he ain´t snatchin´ purses Uh, take down, take down, take down (BabyDrill) I told PLUTO, "You ain´t even gotta spin, just turn buddy in" (Shh) I put a box on the Glock, when I saw him, I gave him a high-five, nigga, we ain´t friends Dap him up, I don´t feel no kind of anger, I´ll talk long as they dead (Shh) ´Bout to put a switch on a G-lock, ´fore you caught an opp, had to shave down the fuckin´ pin and that´s on God
Nigga, I ain´t gotta spin no more, not ´bout it, I´m ´bout it, up under my belt I can pay a young nigga hop out here and step I ain´t gotta talk shit, I´m a real-deal rapper
This drill rap gettin´ easy, layin´ you down like OMB Peezy These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna She steady talkin´ reckless, finna turn her to a necklace And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I´m still gon´ up this pole, uh
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