Drillas

They say "Jay yo ass a simger" Brody never rapped
Folks mad cause I don't talk about sex, drugs and that cap
Bitch I walk off on the scene
Bitch you know I'm sipping
(Tay go crazy)
Wockhart in my double cup
Bitch I started throwing up

It's not a drug we can't flip
My gun tan it match the whip
5.56 just made him skip
Fuck my ex that shit in her face
Fucked her friend, ripped her lace
Ain't no witness we going to trail
Get you gone one call I dial
I would fuck her but shorty got miles
Tay a demon he just see red
Don't care who you is get hit in the head
Nigga I'm back they thought I was dead
Took em man this pill my med
X him, Off-White he went fed
Put the wock in the Juice say I'm her world
Say she love me, I don't give no fuck
We go catch you we ain't in a rush

Bitch I know a couple drillas
Bitch I know a couple killers
Bitch I know a couple shooters
Bitch we go get at yo head
Bitch we knocking off yo dreads
Bitch we knocking off yo shoulder
He wanna play we fold him like a fucking border
Fold him like a fucking folder
Bronem wanna fucking play
Make his body?
Make his fucking soul decay
Now he heaven sent bitch four minutes of hell aye
I'm like swervo with the way I pre-vale

I'm like swervo bitch the way I pre-vale
We shooting niggas when he going to hell please don't tell
Nigga talking all that shit we came thru his block
And we took his fucking switch
Me and Jay and Tay up on this bitch
We just spazzed
I'm putting niggas in the air
Bitch talking all that shit, bitch just stare
And I don't do no bapping on the net

Bitch you know I'm Prada Jay
Bitch I got that hot shit
Bitch I got that opp shit
Brody wanna play like I won't pop him in his top shit
Everybody playing on my top like I won't rock his shit
Block his shit
Everybody playing while they ain't copping shit
Throwing up that gang like, you ain't dropping shit

You ain't dropping shit
You ain't dropping shit



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Writer(s): Prada Jay
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