Drillin

Lyrics

[Intro] (Skrilla made this? Skrilla made this?) Yeah Grrt (FastLife) Put your helmets on, put your vests on Put on everythin' you got, nigga (If LS [?]) Word to my mother, nigga (Grrt, baow) Yeah, look [Verse] I do a show and cash out Nigga sayin' my name and get mad clout I'm holdin' my temper and bad mouth But if I take a Percy I lash out I'm fuckin', I'm makin' her tap out I need a bad bitch that I can slap out All in the telly, I'm blowin' her back out She be screamin' my name, yellin' mad loud I be chillin', ain't tryna be cool Nigga, goin' against me a bad route My anger keep makin' me spazz out Nigga, you don't got nothin' but mad mouth Look, I bust a nut and I pass out But if I'm still awake, I'ma dash out Don't get caught in a picture in that house (Cet caught in a picture in that–, uh, yeah) We spent two blocks in one night Nigga still hidin', so I'm still tight Wе don't catch a body, I ain't gettin' hyped Smokin' on a–, huh, now you pay the pricе Got a baby shooter, he don't think twice He just wanna drill, he don't wanna fight He only seventeen, he ain't seen life Tried to go to school but it don't seem right I told 'em, "Give him a breather", huh He wanna line the opps with a feature He wanna hide the knocks in his sneaker He wanna ride around blowin' reefer, huh Lil' shorty a ting, he a son of a black beaver Catch a body, he want it, he that evil Take your life, he ain't givin' it back neither I never let 'em humble the gang I love the opps, they give me somethin' to bang Let a fuck nigga come for this chain 'Cause niggas is fienin' for somethin' to flame And my shooters got unlimited aim Big body, couldn't fit in the frame Should've never let us get in the game Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same [Outro] Grrt bow, huh (Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same) (Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same) Yeah, it's Fivi' Grrt baow Uh Yeah Ha-ha-ha