Drill
Shot that boy
They thought
He was a clone
Fuck around
Get Blowed
Rockstar shit
You can tell
About my clothes
Lil double 0
Shit I walk
Shit down
Fuck around
Go spin
The whole town
Damn
My lil bruh
Just died
Ain't no dropping
Tears we go
On a drill
Being broke
Made me
Do a drill
Damn you need
A pill to do a drill?
I don't need a pill
Yeah we do a drill
Yeah we do a drill
Got a new mop
Call that bitch
My toy
I got steppas
For the low
Seen da feds
I gotta lay low
You think you my hoe?
Bitch I make you
Do a body
Make you
My hoe
Time to slide
Don't hop
In my whip
If you goin
Waste my time
Bought a plane jane
I don't Even
Look at the time
Feel like Durk
It's a dead man
Red man
Red man
Oh you bout it?
GLAH!
GLAH!
Bitch you
Bummed out
Talking about
You goin set me up
Bitch I already
Set you up
My life
Like GTA
I complete
The mission
Shooting
Missiles
Like it's fireworks
Mama heard gun shots
Thought they was fireworks
Thought shit was sweet
Saw her son on tv
Collapse to the floor
Then she started crying
She said
Why they killed my son?
Bitch he started dissing
My buddy don't care
About no murder
He don't fuck with dissing
Send that boy
Up in heaven
Like it's nothing
My n****
Don't care
About nothing
My nigga took 6 shots
And ain't feel nothing
His n***** scared to slide
See they ain't do nothing
Dam why they ain't kill him?
That boy got killed
Cause he ain't kill him
They thought
He was a clone
Fuck around
Get Blowed
Rockstar shit
You can tell
About my clothes
Lil double 0
Shit I walk
Shit down
Fuck around
Go spin
The whole town
Damn
My lil bruh
Just died
Ain't no dropping
Tears we go
On a drill
Being broke
Made me
Do a drill
Damn you need
A pill to do a drill?
I don't need a pill
Yeah we do a drill
Yeah we do a drill
Got a new mop
Call that bitch
My toy
I got steppas
For the low
Seen da feds
I gotta lay low
You think you my hoe?
Bitch I make you
Do a body
Make you
My hoe
Time to slide
Don't hop
In my whip
If you goin
Waste my time
Bought a plane jane
I don't Even
Look at the time
Feel like Durk
It's a dead man
Red man
Red man
Oh you bout it?
GLAH!
GLAH!
Bitch you
Bummed out
Talking about
You goin set me up
Bitch I already
Set you up
My life
Like GTA
I complete
The mission
Shooting
Missiles
Like it's fireworks
Mama heard gun shots
Thought they was fireworks
Thought shit was sweet
Saw her son on tv
Collapse to the floor
Then she started crying
She said
Why they killed my son?
Bitch he started dissing
My buddy don't care
About no murder
He don't fuck with dissing
Send that boy
Up in heaven
Like it's nothing
My n****
Don't care
About nothing
My nigga took 6 shots
And ain't feel nothing
His n***** scared to slide
See they ain't do nothing
Dam why they ain't kill him?
That boy got killed
Cause he ain't kill him
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Writer(s): Ulises Penaloza
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