Drill Em
Opts at my door and I'm like who sent em
Ima cut these pricks off call it Bruce Jenner
Too hot get a bucket full of ice Lew Gerricks
Mad cuz ya chain only got two carrots
Mad cuz I did this shit better then ya top 10 top 5
Homie this is how I got through
When I pop you have your whole top 3 running
Cuz they know that I been top 2
And I'm not 2
Sick with the bars and I'm blessed Achoo
Walk up in the ER pull a John Q
Lying on my name but the shit is not true
Run through a chick and her really hot crew
Did it like Q cuz they know I got juice
From the boom box who's
Letting 2 pac loose
In the white boys bars yeah they knew I'm truth
And the flow too sick like the WuHan Flu
Woah
I got a mask on my face
Coughing like I'm bout to hack up the place
Woah
Leaving the alphabet raped
I pull up to court like I'm catching a case
No
I just got back from vacation my lyrics is
Stacked and they packed up in cases
They down in my basement if we doing math
With this money I'm taking you out the equation
The flow
Stay unmatched by the rap cats
Pull up on em with a mask and a Hazmat
1 year since the whole shit locked down
Still played the cards right like black Jack
Bars coming from above as they rain down finna spray ground
I ain't talking boutta
Back pack
Baking all these rappers and they break fast
Like a pancake mufucka u a flap jack
Aint no time for u to back track
And the tracks is fat
Hopped on trap now they never say the new school rap is wack
But you rappers trash
I'm the only spitter going crazy on these beats
When that cat attacks
Danny getting Flyer than an Astro do it like
Travis rappers getting cactus jacked
Talking bout that drill shit hit am what that kill
Switch hitters what me everyday they hungry &
They wreck shit check shit get your body
Placed on that check list talking bout the field
But none these niggas real you ain't never
Moved a pack or sold no weight let's keep it trill
All you niggas dancing this that drill that get
You killed herion flow make you shiver can
You feel it philadel where niggas getting killed
Every minute traumatized I ain't been my self in
A min Badd bitches dollar signs let me
Know if I'm tripping sining this this the
Price you pay when you winning but I'm a keep
Spending living only niggas here if they was
Real from beginning put on my brother up the
Score I'm like 10 zip winning we a spin ya
Block like fidget Dig it
Ima cut these pricks off call it Bruce Jenner
Too hot get a bucket full of ice Lew Gerricks
Mad cuz ya chain only got two carrots
Mad cuz I did this shit better then ya top 10 top 5
Homie this is how I got through
When I pop you have your whole top 3 running
Cuz they know that I been top 2
And I'm not 2
Sick with the bars and I'm blessed Achoo
Walk up in the ER pull a John Q
Lying on my name but the shit is not true
Run through a chick and her really hot crew
Did it like Q cuz they know I got juice
From the boom box who's
Letting 2 pac loose
In the white boys bars yeah they knew I'm truth
And the flow too sick like the WuHan Flu
Woah
I got a mask on my face
Coughing like I'm bout to hack up the place
Woah
Leaving the alphabet raped
I pull up to court like I'm catching a case
No
I just got back from vacation my lyrics is
Stacked and they packed up in cases
They down in my basement if we doing math
With this money I'm taking you out the equation
The flow
Stay unmatched by the rap cats
Pull up on em with a mask and a Hazmat
1 year since the whole shit locked down
Still played the cards right like black Jack
Bars coming from above as they rain down finna spray ground
I ain't talking boutta
Back pack
Baking all these rappers and they break fast
Like a pancake mufucka u a flap jack
Aint no time for u to back track
And the tracks is fat
Hopped on trap now they never say the new school rap is wack
But you rappers trash
I'm the only spitter going crazy on these beats
When that cat attacks
Danny getting Flyer than an Astro do it like
Travis rappers getting cactus jacked
Talking bout that drill shit hit am what that kill
Switch hitters what me everyday they hungry &
They wreck shit check shit get your body
Placed on that check list talking bout the field
But none these niggas real you ain't never
Moved a pack or sold no weight let's keep it trill
All you niggas dancing this that drill that get
You killed herion flow make you shiver can
You feel it philadel where niggas getting killed
Every minute traumatized I ain't been my self in
A min Badd bitches dollar signs let me
Know if I'm tripping sining this this the
Price you pay when you winning but I'm a keep
Spending living only niggas here if they was
Real from beginning put on my brother up the
Score I'm like 10 zip winning we a spin ya
Block like fidget Dig it
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Writer(s): Todd Brown
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