Drill On Feet

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Anti Da Menace - Rap

Drill On Feet

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[Verse 1] Yeah, this how you drill on feet If you get some blood up on your hands, just wash your shit with bleach Slide, twin Bring that fully stick and that FN, you know how we ride, twin It's time to take a soul, you gotta put aside your pride, twin Oh, they got me super lit, I'm talkin' 'bout I'm real turnt Heard that boy didn't die, but he survived, I bet he still learnt Took that lil' boy right to class Somebody tell lil' homie get out my face 'cause I don't like his ass Pussy boy Tennis chain be bustin' on my neck, that's why she lookin', boy And if you keep on braggin' 'bout that ho, gon' get her tooken, boy Yeah, that bitch gon' be mines since you wanna keep lyin' Devil in my head, he keep tellin' me to keep slidin' [Chorus] Demon boy, I might have your auntie come and top me off Get off my dick, y'all pussy-ass lil' niggas ain't gon' knock me off Spin it then My lil' killer throwed off, he keep on tryna kill your friend Your baby mama a throat GOAT, she eat it like a 4 for \$4 These niggas be real cap I ain't gon' speak on what's-his-name, but, boy, you still gettin' slapped Oh, let's ride, gang All I need is Adderall, I be on demon time, gang I don't wanna see him walk no more, we gotta hit his spine, gang [Verse 2] I feel like Obama, got a hundred in a fuckin' Hummer Just like Donald Trump, I'll get you slumped, hit with a fuckin' pump My shit was just flat as hell, my pockets got the fuckin' mumps Your baby mama bad as hell, I love it when she fuckin' drunk Yeah, throw that ass back Lil' boy say he want smoke with us, that lil' boy better pass that We put his shit in trash bags, leavin' niggas on hashtags I'm talkin' 'bout colossal, boy You know that your bitch a fan, she love that "Larry Lobster," boy Let me calm my ass down These niggas be broke as hell, you know I got cash now I used to walk down the street, I'm doin' a whole dash now On Adderall, I'm stupid geeked, I'm prayin' I don't crash now Plus I'm in that geek shit [Chorus] Demon boy, I might have your auntie come and top me off Get off my dick, y'all pussy-ass lil' niggas ain't gon' knock me off Spin it then My lil' killer throwed off, he keep on tryna kill your friend Your baby mama a throat GOAT, she eat it like a 4 for \$4 These niggas be real cap I ain't gon' speak on what's-his-name, but, boy, you still gettin' slapped Oh, let's ride, gang All I need is Adderall, I be on demon time, gang I don't wanna see him walk no more, we gotta hit his spine, gang [Verse 3] Bah, bah, real shit Niggas know not to play with me, on God, I'ma hit that kill switch This Glock four-three, it stay with me, you know that that's my favorite bitch 952 Da Label, you know we bigger than the Navy, bitch Oh, that's your ho? Gotta eat the dick and go You ain't know? She a groupie, she keep talkin' 'bout, "He ain't broke" Yes, he is Man, that nigga house the slums, it don't cost more than my crib I'll spray this fuckin' drum, I don't need no fuckin' pill, bitch

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  • Anti Da Menace