Drilla

You could get your fucking head cracked
You know imma rasta I stay with the shottas my nigga we shoot where your dreads at
You talking that beef well I dead that
Put money on head
Feast he be rolling the dice
You send the addy you dying tonight
Runts nigga when you step in my cyph
If leave the trap then I'm taking my pipe

Yeah nigga man I'm like that
Shoot first I don't shoot back
I'm on his head like a new cap
I smoked his mans but the shit bap
I just might buy another glock
Put it in my name fresh up out the store
You know you running your mouth them bullets they hit you it's burning through your core
Treesh lemme do it more beat it left the pussy sore
You robbing I bet I did it more fronting I'm letting hollows sore
I might just flip another pack fuck the reup finesse you for your weight
Man these niggas ain't stacking these niggas be capping these niggas running game
Free jaydee the woo send shots at your crew
Hold on wait
Ain't no cap in my rap do this shit out the booth
Hold on wait
If you off of the porch you get shot on the stoop
Hold on wait
If you sliding my way send shots at your coupe
My nigga I'm deadly only nigga shoot glocks off the board I'm ready
I don't shiggy pieces in my pants with the glock bitch I buss chevys
Hit em for his bands he payed advanced got a nigga for a fucking ten piece
Got four four kick down door gun heat a nigga like wendys
Gang bitch who want the smoke
I'm lynching niggas like in the 60s swish please pass me the rope
Swish please pass me the dope
I'll turn my opps to a ghost
I'm shaq nigga at the post
I'll kill nigga at the post



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Mckenzie
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