Thoughts To Drill (TTD)

Lyrics

[Intro] Traphouse Mob Jermz made this [Chorus: DoRoad] Real gun man ting I'll clip my stick in his jetz (I'll clip my stick, I'll clip my) How had he survived my ting, I used to flip my ting in the Rex I'll whip my wizz (whip, whip) Uptown sauce got spilled with the killy dem 'Course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill) I gotta round up my thoughts of a one little meds Cah I still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill) [Verse 1: DoRoad] I've been out here, been wrepping I was seeing man getting run down, when I was playing Tekken (run) Spot that I spin around, kweffed him Ever since then I've been close to Smith & Wesson (haha) Blast that dotty on Sunday, I'll blast that rotty at man dem I'll show a man's gunplay- I've nevеr been no dickhead, my strap game really wickеd (really, wicked) I've never been no dickhead, my strap game really wicked (really wicked) It was your boy that got hit when you heard that gun sound I know you think that it was me that did it Huh, I love being sporty, my man got hit late night with the .40 My man got hit with the .40, he shouldn't be out there late night being naughty My man got hit on his doorstep, and make it sound like he never had door keys I couldn't believe in your gun-chat Astraughfurillah for the pokeys I cannot believe that you done that Talking on your works, come show me Free Lil Bando I used to make them go opp block walkies [Chorus: DoRoad] Real gun man ting I'll clip my stick in his jetz (I'll clip my stick, I'll clip my) How had he survived my ting, I used to flip my ting in the Rex I'll whip my wizz (whip, whip) Uptown sauce got spilled with the killy dem 'Course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill) I gotta round up my thoughts of a one little meds Cah I still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill) Real gun man ting I'll clip my stick in his jetz (I'll clip my stick, I'll clip my) How had he survived my ting, I used to flip my ting in the Rex I'll whip my wizz (whip, whip) Uptown sauce got spilled with the killy dem 'Course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill) I gotta round up my thoughts of a one little meds Cah I still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill) [Verse 2: Monkey] They want fame, that's played out I'm tryna invest in watch then play out (Watch it play out) Run with that then watch him fade out Wanna take it there, let's go Add a K to the gang, gets stomped or layed out (layed out) They was inside when the gangdem stayed out I told Rich til day and night tryna make your way out Yo, I still got thoughts to drill I'm on the block with fucking hammers And bro stepped in, it gave me chills I mean kway back me and scrill had the MAC And bruck-back on two wheels They know my block it's Brixton Hill We cause the Lambeth map's unfill You know my ting drips on spill G17, make him run like Usain Bolt I was at home when my man died I billed some Cali and sipped some Malt I got a thick brown ting from Penge She swallowed my kids all down in her throat (All down her throat) Kway back I did go home make money, make money from Towns Yeah, coast to coast (make money from Towns, yeah, coast to coast) [Verse 3: SJ] When there's an issue, we don't go round it (We know) I know a man's out on the outings Saw that man and he couldn't go round here That's how we know he's the wildest G17, is the livest, .44 sounding the loudest (baow, baow, baow) They ain't got no description, but he got done up the foulest Listen, why's everyone in houses, I beg man come back outside (Ay Come back outside) .4DC see with them Hillside Demons, don't like, don't be that guy Are parents try raise Angels, but them plan got capsize (Errgh) I ain't gotta vomit, I'm more then able Hot headed youth what moves unstable Glee got popped and his heart rate stopped (Baow, baow, baow) Next glee with the whistle, sent man up Broski came thru, shh, shh, shh - If you warn your son don't send him shops I was outside when they was indoors You was at college, I was in war My son saw the .40s on my bedroom floors Then P made him spun round and spun his thoughts [Verse 4: DoRoad, SJ, Monkey] Real gun man ting I'll clip my stick in his jetz Huh, how much opps you think got pumped in the jetz How much yola you think that I dropped in the Rex How much mashes you think I copped with this racks My mom should have named me Wetz Always gonna think he's on his way for Pecks He got whacked in a week, I didn't even prep I had two hand tings on me in the party, I'm the owner of the cluba I had a G19 in the yard, one in the head and I started my counter I had a .32 live in Clapham blocks, the civils thought I was a plumber I swear I need to chill when I move in loose Cah I fucked CRose's BM with a rubber [Outro] Traphouse Mob Jermz made this