Drill Something

Lyrics

[Intro] It's OTF Osama Twin Llamas I told my dogs I got 'em man Sit back we gon' flood these niggas, for real Jahlil Beats, holla at me [Verse 1] I just beat a case they tryn' book me From now on I'm straight scraping on rookies I'm blowing gas and I'm strapped too, pussy Oh that's your man well you get clapped too, pussy Aw man, aw man I came through to bust your block and your dog ran I just dropped a dot in the pot and it turned tan 200 cash, swap with the plug I'll prolly land Drop the work, cooked the work, I'm the nicest Came home bust a brick before I got my license State road in the hole I was living trifling Now I'm every night, different city shit is priceless You wouldn't last in my hood, I'm dead up You say you bout that action nigga lеts go head up Blick 20, 10 milly, head damage Wе ain't with that sucka shit over here cannon [Chorus] See me I did my time and I bounced back See me I did my time and I bounced back All these niggas ratting I don't like that Why all these niggas telling I don't like that I was cooking that crack, tucking my gat and Now a nigga get a dime for the back end You gotta stay on point it ain't no lacking Fuck with the squad, we get to clapping [Verse 2] I just bought a new thing it hold a buck 50 Niggas and they mood swings, shit'll get sticky You in the way, I'm selling food and I get busy Playa hit my line, "yo I need a whole rizzy" I'm a bust 'em sixteen in each B Trap shit I'm certified, I'm from the P I never lied I bust bricks they think I'm Meech Don't fuck with me, I bang bang, Chief Keef Nigga you ain't state you just acting like it I just put my mac on rapid fire Keep the slammer on my hip, we used to play the tire I'm only rocking with the fam it ain't no snakes around us I'm stick shifting the Hellcat, 95 Ask the hood about me shit I let it fly Sucka treating rats like they certified Deep in the trenches, South side, my niggas ride [Chorus] See me I did my time and I bounced back See me I did my time and I bounced back All these niggas ratting I don't like that Why all these niggas telling I don't like that I was cooking that crack, tucking my gat and Now a nigga get a dime for the back end You gotta stay on point it ain't no lacking Fuck with the squad, we get to clapping