Real Drill

Lyrics
[Intro] (Great John on the beat, by the way) [Verse] Stop playin' like you niggas don't know what's up Look for opps, turn 'em into blunts Instagram makin' niggas tough I be chillin' but niggas know what's up Why they movin' like they forgot the drills? Hoppin' out, cuzzo got the wheel Catch 'em, clap 'em, walk 'em down and kill Do 'em dirty, leave a nigga ill If I don't got it, then I'll rob a steel Coppers on me, know I keep a steel Niggas fake but these bullets real Think you sick, I'll leave a nigga ill I don't like arguin' wit' you niggas I be tryna barbecue you niggas On your ass, stalkin' on you niggas Bullyin' and botherin' you niggas Why the fuck these thoughts in my brain? Do a hit but I got a name Fuck it, this a risk I wanna take On my soul, I do it for the gang Couple of 'em, I ain't get to bun When I catch 'em, I'ma send 'em up Plenty Glocks, I don't need a beam Thirty shots, only use like two or three I heard these niggas puttin' on an act (Puttin' on an act) Since a youngin', nigga, I've been drillin' niggas, yeah, and they know that's a fact (They know that's a fact) Huh, huh, you was playin' GTA, I was takin' niggas off the map (Niggas off the map) Huh, if you bitches hangin' with them niggas, on God, know you bitches clapped (Know you bitches clapped) Uh, look, I ain't showin' no remorse, I ain't takin' nothin' back Free SG, free 9Way, can't wait 'til my niggas back Free BillyKidd, niggas know what's up, that's my brrt-brrt-brrah Niggas know the vibes, when they see my face, it's a brrt-brrt-brrah This is not a song, nigga, that's word to my mother Uh, every day a nigga wake up tryna put a [?] six feet under [Outro] M8V3N, M8V3N gang Shoota, shoota, that's shoota gang (Shoota gang, gang, gang, gang) M8V3N, M8V3N gang Shoota, shoota, that's shoota gang (Shoota gang, gang, gang, gang)
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Credits
- Writers
- Sheff G
- Great John