Drill Dtw
Hey, huh, tuh
Hey, huh
Hey, huh, tuh
(Hey)
Still poppin' out on that bullshit
Fuck you think, I went square or somethin'
'Cause you seen a nigga on some cool shit?
Huh, hell nah, we ain't sparin' nothin'
Stop actin' like we don't poof shit
Stop actin' like y'all scarin' somethin'
Hey, still'll put dick in a groupie bitch
Still send them youngins on missions, huh, hey
Comin' back with no bullets in clips
Still on the Westside trippin', uh
Still where them Westside terrorists at
Every time we catch one slippin', tuh
Roses get sent to they parents
Don't be tryna beef with no life insurance
It's embarrassin'
Now they run on IG for some life insurance, huh
Told 'em now they playin' unfairly
Huh, I know they planned on ridin' on me
So I'm holdin' this chopper dearly
Yeah, and these niggas who ain't slidin' on beef
So none of that shit be scarin' me
I'm born in it, I'm sworn it
Man, this gangster in my DNA, it's in my genes
I'm nothin' like you Instagram goons
I don't entertain that lil' boy shit y'all do
'Cause them Westside terrorists really put shit on the news
And them big ol' facts
Fuck these bitches and give 'em back
You can have that nat, I'm bool
Don't trip, lil' nigga, I'ma send her back
You a tender-ass lil' tender man, be the next nigga died over poon
Fuck these niggas out here dying over coochie, huh
With they hatin'-ass
Man, go 'head and let that lil' bitch prostitute, huh
And put it in my hand
Nigga, if I was you
I'd be happy that that bitch fucked Lonnie Bands, huh
I ain't gon' lie, nigga, if I was you
I'd wanna smoke Lonnie Bands, ayy
Free Kay Flock, my youngin caught a nigga on the cam too, huh
With a Gen4 Glock, no ghost guns, them bitches jam on you
Six Mile Bronx, not NY, but we drill just like they do
We roll out spots
And we trap a lot, scam a lot, track one, track two
I'm nothin' like you Instagram goons, hey
So I ain't entertain all that shit y'all do
'Cause we really put shit on the news
(No faking)
Really put shit on the news
(No faking)
If you like that why you guys don't wanna prove
(No faking)
If you really like that why you g- tuh
If you like that why you guys don't wanna prove
Hey, huh
Hey, huh, tuh
(Hey)
Still poppin' out on that bullshit
Fuck you think, I went square or somethin'
'Cause you seen a nigga on some cool shit?
Huh, hell nah, we ain't sparin' nothin'
Stop actin' like we don't poof shit
Stop actin' like y'all scarin' somethin'
Hey, still'll put dick in a groupie bitch
Still send them youngins on missions, huh, hey
Comin' back with no bullets in clips
Still on the Westside trippin', uh
Still where them Westside terrorists at
Every time we catch one slippin', tuh
Roses get sent to they parents
Don't be tryna beef with no life insurance
It's embarrassin'
Now they run on IG for some life insurance, huh
Told 'em now they playin' unfairly
Huh, I know they planned on ridin' on me
So I'm holdin' this chopper dearly
Yeah, and these niggas who ain't slidin' on beef
So none of that shit be scarin' me
I'm born in it, I'm sworn it
Man, this gangster in my DNA, it's in my genes
I'm nothin' like you Instagram goons
I don't entertain that lil' boy shit y'all do
'Cause them Westside terrorists really put shit on the news
And them big ol' facts
Fuck these bitches and give 'em back
You can have that nat, I'm bool
Don't trip, lil' nigga, I'ma send her back
You a tender-ass lil' tender man, be the next nigga died over poon
Fuck these niggas out here dying over coochie, huh
With they hatin'-ass
Man, go 'head and let that lil' bitch prostitute, huh
And put it in my hand
Nigga, if I was you
I'd be happy that that bitch fucked Lonnie Bands, huh
I ain't gon' lie, nigga, if I was you
I'd wanna smoke Lonnie Bands, ayy
Free Kay Flock, my youngin caught a nigga on the cam too, huh
With a Gen4 Glock, no ghost guns, them bitches jam on you
Six Mile Bronx, not NY, but we drill just like they do
We roll out spots
And we trap a lot, scam a lot, track one, track two
I'm nothin' like you Instagram goons, hey
So I ain't entertain all that shit y'all do
'Cause we really put shit on the news
(No faking)
Really put shit on the news
(No faking)
If you like that why you guys don't wanna prove
(No faking)
If you really like that why you g- tuh
If you like that why you guys don't wanna prove
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