(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah
I´m full of drugs and I´m still turnt up, nigga
I´m still in love and I´m and I´m and I´m muggin´, nigga

I´ll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah, look

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let´s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ´em all
And I still ain´t never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain´t talkin´ no money, man, I´m done with that
Told my youngin´ he better not stop spinnin´ on him ´til we done with that
I´m walkin´ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain´t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

I say murder, we gon´ the blow the curb up
I´m talkin´ to thе point where they can´t еven serve nothin´
I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on ´em
You better be on point, we pull up shootin´ tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body, four
Five bodies, now we knockin´ at your door
Been in that ´Raq for ´bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with them poles
Bending curves with my lit bros
Out at night, get your life stole
Harbor freight, don´t use no stove
Mold the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the code

I take that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my own
We call it Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin´ for me now my baby mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I´m the reason they ain´t there
I´m the founder of the killing season, every month I pay that fare
Nigga know I´m in that car most time tryna see if they out here, bitch

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let´s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ´em all
And I still ain´t never chose

Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain´t talkin´ no money, man, I´m done with that
Told my youngin´ he better not stop spinnin´ on him ´til we done with that
I´m walkin´ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain´t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

Do she love me or do she love me not?
I don´t know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I´m like is I´m gon´ kill him or he gon´ kill me?
But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself ´cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I´m doped up and I´m fucked up, fuck that pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside ´em, so I´m bucked up tryna zip a nigga

Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain´t go two months without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta
God´ll tell you I´m a bloody nigga, lil´ bitch
Two books I split between two niggas, ain´t get it back
Officer, when you talk ´bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
´Cause that´s the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y´all paint me like I´m made of violence
Any case on me refer to shootin´ back
They can´t pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to back
Make ´em come and draw the chalk, who next?
I want another hat like motherfuck that
I tell my twin, "You better not motherfuckin´ touch that"

Every time we see you up that, bitch, you know you gettin´ bust at

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let´s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ´em all
And I still ain´t never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain´t talkin´ no money, man, I´m done with that
Told my youngin´ he better not stop spinnin´ on him ´til we done with that
I´m walkin´ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain´t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

Murder, we gon´ throw the curveball
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can´t say nothin´
(Drell On The Track) We gon´ pile up, drill ´em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon´ spray ´em down, yeah