Tried to Drill

Have you ever felt that pain hit low
Uh uh, trynna spin they block and make a nigga get low
Hurt my soul know I'm beefing with my kinfolk
But fuck em, spin his block and hit em with this gen four
Bitch I know bout pain and violence
Uh, in them trenches nigga mama say I'm steady wilding
Talked to my therapist she thinking that I'm homicidal
Cause I told her that I wanna fucking hurt somebody
Heart beating fast bout murder nigga, this that real anxiety
You can't relate boy you ain't never tried to kill nobody

OneFour trynna step on shit, on my mama we plan murders
My bro is a stepper bitch, I call him my lil t-shirter
Tried to backdoor niggas, til we heard that lil bro ratting on niggas
I remember trynna drill by myself cause niggas didn't stand on business
Talking bout he ain't nobody to kill, niggas really fucking tripping
If I see that boy again I'mma fill his ass with sixty

Yeah yeah, huh huh huh huh, murder nigga
What I scream when I'm really trynna hurt a nigga
Get in my thoughts like, who the fuck gone come and murder with me
The police hopped behind bro nem so we couldn't murk the nigga
And that's on Deatrice grave nigga
Tried to send em to the grave nigga
So many drills we failed, we suppose to been a fucking grave digger
Circle K inside the A the last time we done tried to score
Me, big zay, and mic inside that whip but we walked in the store
Came from out that cut like what the fuck I know that ain't them boys
I'm eating some candy mic done racked the fye I know I heard that noise
Too bad we went inside, ain't have no masks so we couldn't slide
I know them fucking cameras seen us but we, ha never mind
You make me mad it's devil eyes
Yeah bitch that's that murder time
Told sixowe I'm trynna catch a kill
He called my phone like what it is I know lil bra for real
We can take a drill, he be tripping off them pills
Leave a nigga in the field
Bra be like this shit be cap huh
Ok cool, but I ain't tell em yo sister head was in my lap bra
I never told em bout how we done tried to get you whacked bra
And that's on dj grave we done tried to get you clapped bra

Backdoor, that's what we screaming nigga
Huh, you play with nawf I swear to god you meet a demon nigga
Yeah I'm really scheming, trynna kill niggas for no reason
I don't give a fuck they shouldn't of played that's what the fuck I'm thinking
I use bra nem just to get to you
I fuck with them I don't fuck with you
Nigga texted my phone I told em bra just do what you gone do
So I can make my move, put you on the news
And when the police ask what happened, tell em I don't have a clue
Mmm, lot of niggas hate nawf ha, cause they can't get to me
You fucked her brother so you know you is not shit to me
I told him not to cuff you, cause you still came back and fucked me
We gone save that for another song cause that's a different subject
Aye holdon holdon, ha, aye if you my brother nigga call my bluff nigga I ain't told a lie in this song nigga
On deatrice nigga
Nigga know what the fuck it is with me bra

Have you ever felt that pain hit low
Uh uh, trynna spin they block and make a nigga get low
Hurt my soul know I'm beefing with my kinfolk
But fuck em, spin his block and hit em with this gen four
Bitch I know bout pain and violence
Uh, in them trenches nigga mama say I'm steady wilding
Talked to my therapist she thinking that I'm homicidal
Cause I told her that I wanna fucking hurt somebody
Heart beating fast bout murder nigga, this that real anxiety
You can't relate boy you ain't never tried to kill nobody