I Don't Do Drill

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Took a meeting with uh
Chopped it up for a bit, then I played some hits, eyes squint and faces scrunched
Whole room vibe turnt lit, now they running back shit, oh this is my type of love
Then he asked if I got any raps on drill as if my sound ain't enough
What, what, what, what, what
I don't do drill
My sound is my sound
I don't know what you been hearing on your ends, but listen my nigga I'm the hottest around
I go in and start beastin' like zoans, my nigga, I'm the one ain't no peace on this mound
Who would've thought I turned this from some poems, go figure, ain't no way yall living this down

Right back where the curtains be, it's a show to see, no uncertainties
Just like that, it occurred to me, it ain't hurting me, gives me urgency
Like I will never take it personally, it's a blur to me, it don't burden me
Number one like Ron Burgundy, this a courtesy if you ain't heard of me
New level when I turned 2-6
Studio my new fix
Switched the unit, you know what they say bout old dogs, new tricks
I been through it, i just keep the hope, pray to my lord, true shit
Vision fluid, seek any court, like who wanna ball, blue chips
Switch the level, lean in when I talk
Dem ways I big step when I walk
Big plays for the shit that I bought
Amplifies all the shit that I talk
Ain't no lies in the shit that I talk
On my eyes Cartier's, I'm like hawk
Trophy size only mean ya poor sports
Got the prize, doley me I'm the source
Bitches corny, only money I stalk
Get up off me, i believe in safe space
Subtle nods I ain't in to fake shakes
Rather fail than to ever save face
Raising hell, mic still on at daybreak
Tell em run it back until the play breaks
Done with patience now its time to make haste
Spot been waiting, Lito you some years late, you some years late

Took a meeting with -uh
Chopped it up for a bit, then I played some hits, eyes squint and faces scrunched
Whole room vibe turnt lit, now they running back shit, oh this is my type of love
Then he asked if I got any raps on drill as if my sound ain't enough
What, what, what, what, what
I don't do drill
My sound is my sound
I don't know what you been hearing on your ends, but listen my nigga I'm the hottest around
I go in and start beastin' like zoans, my nigga, I'm the one ain't no peace on this mound
Who would've thought I turned this from some poems, go figure, ain't no way yall living this down

I don't do drill
I don't do drill, I don't do drill
But if I did you know I'll kill
That ain't no pun, man thats just real
Like, what



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Writer(s): Shayan Vessal, Tarik Hemici, Jamal M Peterson
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