K.O.D (King of Drill)
Bitch, I'm a steppah that move with this weapon
30 in it, don't get put on the stretcher
30 on me, tell them niggas to catch up
Get it solo cause they change like the weather
Broke shooter, boy, you gotta do better
It's about money if I'm lifting the metal
Live broke, work the dad I could never
Top opp sold my soul to the devil, look
Walk in the club with that pack on me
Buy out the bar, I got racks on me
I see that boy eyeing his bitch on me
But he know I'm a steppah da stick on me
Yeah, we running the state
Get sent to them gates
He get out of line, put one in his face
I got this bitch in my DM
She talking about sucking and fucking this weekend
I know a man, that nigga a opp
I'm planning on leaving him leaking
Soon as I see him, I get to tweaking
Upn the glizzy, boy, I get to squeezing
All in his chest, I'm leaving his steamy
Den spit on the body, you know I'm a demon
I caught a stain, that's a sunstroke
Mac 90 in the pea coat
Half a plate for this rose gold
A hood pharaoh, that's a king roll
The game on, bitch, they all know
Try to gain entrance, but the gate closed
I done built blocks, fuck a Lego
Better break fast or get your egg yolks
Look, did that time, they ain't check for me
Got five baby mamas and three of them stressing me
A bitch won't get the best of me
Don't ask the ingredients, just know I'm the recipe
They ain't on my pedigree
If he food, he get fed to the dogs, call it pedigree
And I bet you my pet agree
Heard these bitch niggas Walkman around talking about stretching me
I got a clip for these niggas
I'm bound to get rid of these niggas, yeah
Know they gon' switch on a nigga, yeah
I see the bitch in you niggas, yeah
Move like a scrimmage on niggas
You move, then I'm picking a nigga, yeah
I see the bitch in you niggas, so I keep my distance from niggas, yeah
Lee got that pack on a black top
I'm still getting rich off a crack rock
Tossed the eight, now I move with a black Glock
Clip extended, it came with a red dot
Throw these tips in your grill, have your face hot
Rap id fire, I don't like to chase opps
I was just playing poker on D-block
So I still get the chills when I see cops
Fifty bands, yeah, that's blue cheese
Like Buffalo, Ill give 'em wild wings
If it's beef with you, burgers I pull up
I'm swerving, I come through and hit up the sub queen
Coke boy, you a damn fiend
Max bang like it's gang green
The weed nice, but the coke mean
Boy da sun ell drop before they earth me
30 in it, don't get put on the stretcher
30 on me, tell them niggas to catch up
Get it solo cause they change like the weather
Broke shooter, boy, you gotta do better
It's about money if I'm lifting the metal
Live broke, work the dad I could never
Top opp sold my soul to the devil, look
Walk in the club with that pack on me
Buy out the bar, I got racks on me
I see that boy eyeing his bitch on me
But he know I'm a steppah da stick on me
Yeah, we running the state
Get sent to them gates
He get out of line, put one in his face
I got this bitch in my DM
She talking about sucking and fucking this weekend
I know a man, that nigga a opp
I'm planning on leaving him leaking
Soon as I see him, I get to tweaking
Upn the glizzy, boy, I get to squeezing
All in his chest, I'm leaving his steamy
Den spit on the body, you know I'm a demon
I caught a stain, that's a sunstroke
Mac 90 in the pea coat
Half a plate for this rose gold
A hood pharaoh, that's a king roll
The game on, bitch, they all know
Try to gain entrance, but the gate closed
I done built blocks, fuck a Lego
Better break fast or get your egg yolks
Look, did that time, they ain't check for me
Got five baby mamas and three of them stressing me
A bitch won't get the best of me
Don't ask the ingredients, just know I'm the recipe
They ain't on my pedigree
If he food, he get fed to the dogs, call it pedigree
And I bet you my pet agree
Heard these bitch niggas Walkman around talking about stretching me
I got a clip for these niggas
I'm bound to get rid of these niggas, yeah
Know they gon' switch on a nigga, yeah
I see the bitch in you niggas, yeah
Move like a scrimmage on niggas
You move, then I'm picking a nigga, yeah
I see the bitch in you niggas, so I keep my distance from niggas, yeah
Lee got that pack on a black top
I'm still getting rich off a crack rock
Tossed the eight, now I move with a black Glock
Clip extended, it came with a red dot
Throw these tips in your grill, have your face hot
Rap id fire, I don't like to chase opps
I was just playing poker on D-block
So I still get the chills when I see cops
Fifty bands, yeah, that's blue cheese
Like Buffalo, Ill give 'em wild wings
If it's beef with you, burgers I pull up
I'm swerving, I come through and hit up the sub queen
Coke boy, you a damn fiend
Max bang like it's gang green
The weed nice, but the coke mean
Boy da sun ell drop before they earth me
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Writer(s): Deon Edwards
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