A drillers xmas pt2

Do not compare, no we not the same, YD full of hatred and pain
I see a opp, bet you Ima flame, put the boy in the dirt in the grave
call up my shooters, make a boy decay, hollows hit his brain, hollows hit his chest
Make a nigga ache, like Grah, Grah, Grah

Yo smoke just throw, YD we demons we walk with the poles
Bullets hit his dome, push up on me better toat on the chrome
Shordy calling my phone, I'm flocking at domes, she better hold on
She know I'm a demon, Grah, she know what I'm on

Yd on a mission, bitch Ima flock, at any position, Bullets hit his pivot
Yd with the gun, a lil magician, killing folks my ambition
Teach him a lesson, give that nigga stitches, like Grah, give that nigga stitches
(That nigga dead, he tried to run, got filled up with lead)

Paramedics be pumping his chest, that nigga dead, he can't comprehend
I'm a demon, I do not pretend, On bro, I did what I said
Catch me a opp, bullets fuck up his chest, Grah, Grah
In the streets I'm a vet, better pay your respect

They know my body, they know what I rep, YD my set
Talk on YD, that's a ticket to death, Grah, Grah
Talk on YD, that's a ticket to death, Grah, Grah, Grah
Bitch I'm tired of dissing, niggas talking but not with the drilling

Better up it, and kick it, my niggas goats you know that they blitzing
Shot his legs off, now he a midget, I got knocks you know that I'm fitted
Grah, Grah, I got knocks you know that I'm
Don't do not compare, no we not the same

YD full of hatred and pain, I see a opp, bet you Ima flame
Put the boy in the dirt in the grave, call up my shooters, make a boy decay
Hollows hit his chest, hollows hit his brain, make a nigga ache
Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah, boom

Every opp shot, like what
Like Grah, YD gang nigga
Like what? Grah, Grah, Grah, bitch