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Im just lettin you know how it is Hella bandz Its kill time Imma show you who the drillers is Why you drill rappin' you ain't from here Tired of niggas tryna be like us tryna drill rap you can't come here Deep shit with hollow tips and a drum on it we tote those Fake gangster tryna drill rap Imma call 'em thug, we expose those That don't mean you a drill rapper cause you Got a 30 shot with a beam These days niggas characters finna shoot a movie put 'em in a scene You diss all the niggas from here Real talk, they ain't on shit Nigga tryna get street credit You real G's catch 'em get the whole clip Imma show you how to drill time My brothers slide when it's kill time Gotta meet the plug in a couple hours Gonna Catch a body just to kill time Pockets fat but I still grind Bitch give me brain she got good mind Everybody know 11/9 Posted up on parole and he still slide I be ridin' in the foreign whips Couple loose screws and a pipe tucked Where you from, never heard of you I ain't know they had killing out there On the 9 we be out there Posted with the guys, I be out there Big poles, yeah they out here We be slidin' past yeah we out there Everybody wanna gangbang, wanna be cool tryna gangbang Bitch up when that thang flame, in a foreign thang with yo main thang Two seater blowin' propane In a foreign whip, color cocaine Bad bitch do cocaine We don't fuck with 12, they don't know thangs When I ride, I ride lowkey Never let a nigga hoe me Never let a nigga pole me Never talk to the police This shit ain't no game And this shit ain't no joke Don't rap about it if you don't be around it You gon' fuck around and get smoked...
Writer(s): Ripton Hylton, Linval Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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