Drill Bill (feat. LAZYBANZ & Spooky tre)
Ha
Boom
Boom
Boom
Like
We in this bitch
Gotta fuck with a
Elvis
BNS on this bitch
Straight out of what
Skrt
Look
Look
Look
We see him he running like Ricky
Shooters spinning so much they get dizzy
I live what I rap ain't no kizzy
Getting Bank I ain't talking about Bizzy
Hold on
When I walk to the Bank I just laugh at em'
Bad bitches come through and we clapping em'
If they all treeshes then we trashing them
If they talk on the gang then we catching em'
Like
Spin back with a Mack throwing Ike's
I be all in the back with a pipe
Two three and a stack like Mike
Like hold on
What
Two pretty to uh
I don't fight
Got to walk with a gun all night
Got to walk with a something like a dyke
Look
I run up a bag today (Huh)
I flipped me them packs today (Like)
Give me the cash today (Huh)
Yeah I need a boa
Need me TD, a Welly, a Chevy
I used to trap with the bro's in the telly
Shooter a perk told him chill off the eddy
I need the cash, you could pay me on Zelle
He missing his mans he dying
He a opp in the air he flying
These niggas is pussy they crying
Tell em' get back yeah for Ryan
All these Chevy checks when I hit em'
20k yeah, for the my denims
My 80z niggas gone get him
Pop out yea we gone spin em'
Yeah we shooting shit
Metro the way I be booming shit
I be booming it
Putting on for my city
Jack me cause they know I be litty
From the home of the scammers and robbers and drug dealers
Yeah we staying active so don't fuck with us
Don't stay in one place I'm a go getter
Like strippers keep poles better back up
You a bum and you broke better stack up like
Oh you better back up
I got 38 rounds in a Mack tuck yeah
Oh we run the stats up
Want to beef with the what? They don't match up (Uh)
And I was just serving in Georgia
I turn a dime and a nick to a quarter
I get a pack and I send it to Florida
Hold on
I keep a grip and a knock in the jeans
I keep the 40 unloaded
Aye
I might just sip on the wock and the lean
I drive the whip like it's stolen
Aye
I put my shooters in motion
I play the point like I play for the what
Henny and uh
She gone turn to a slut
Stack like Giannis, I play for the Bucks
I run up a bag today (Huh)
I flipped me them packs today (Like)
Give me the cash today (Huh)
Yeah I need a boa
Need me TD, a Welly, a Chevy
I used to trap with the bro's in the telly
Shooter a perk told him chill off the eddy
I need the cash, you could pay me on Zelle
(What)
(Boom)
(Boom)
(Boom)
(Boom)
(Brr)
(Yes)
(Hold on)
(What)
(What)
Boom
Boom
Boom
Like
We in this bitch
Gotta fuck with a
Elvis
BNS on this bitch
Straight out of what
Skrt
Look
Look
Look
We see him he running like Ricky
Shooters spinning so much they get dizzy
I live what I rap ain't no kizzy
Getting Bank I ain't talking about Bizzy
Hold on
When I walk to the Bank I just laugh at em'
Bad bitches come through and we clapping em'
If they all treeshes then we trashing them
If they talk on the gang then we catching em'
Like
Spin back with a Mack throwing Ike's
I be all in the back with a pipe
Two three and a stack like Mike
Like hold on
What
Two pretty to uh
I don't fight
Got to walk with a gun all night
Got to walk with a something like a dyke
Look
I run up a bag today (Huh)
I flipped me them packs today (Like)
Give me the cash today (Huh)
Yeah I need a boa
Need me TD, a Welly, a Chevy
I used to trap with the bro's in the telly
Shooter a perk told him chill off the eddy
I need the cash, you could pay me on Zelle
He missing his mans he dying
He a opp in the air he flying
These niggas is pussy they crying
Tell em' get back yeah for Ryan
All these Chevy checks when I hit em'
20k yeah, for the my denims
My 80z niggas gone get him
Pop out yea we gone spin em'
Yeah we shooting shit
Metro the way I be booming shit
I be booming it
Putting on for my city
Jack me cause they know I be litty
From the home of the scammers and robbers and drug dealers
Yeah we staying active so don't fuck with us
Don't stay in one place I'm a go getter
Like strippers keep poles better back up
You a bum and you broke better stack up like
Oh you better back up
I got 38 rounds in a Mack tuck yeah
Oh we run the stats up
Want to beef with the what? They don't match up (Uh)
And I was just serving in Georgia
I turn a dime and a nick to a quarter
I get a pack and I send it to Florida
Hold on
I keep a grip and a knock in the jeans
I keep the 40 unloaded
Aye
I might just sip on the wock and the lean
I drive the whip like it's stolen
Aye
I put my shooters in motion
I play the point like I play for the what
Henny and uh
She gone turn to a slut
Stack like Giannis, I play for the Bucks
I run up a bag today (Huh)
I flipped me them packs today (Like)
Give me the cash today (Huh)
Yeah I need a boa
Need me TD, a Welly, a Chevy
I used to trap with the bro's in the telly
Shooter a perk told him chill off the eddy
I need the cash, you could pay me on Zelle
(What)
(Boom)
(Boom)
(Boom)
(Boom)
(Brr)
(Yes)
(Hold on)
(What)
(What)
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Gabriel
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