capriverse - girls on drill lyrics
[intro]
i won’t fold
let’s roll
[hook]
huh, beefing with us get you hurt
run up on me you get put in the dirt
way outta line but i did it up first
begging for mercy we take him to church
do it like durk, whippin we swerve
running your mouth get you kicked to the curb
made some mistakes but they did help me learn
he says he on it but lives in the burbs
we at the finish line, he says he first
but that n+gga tripping he came in like third
i’m spitting fire, these n+ggas will burn
passed me the beat heard that verse it’s my turn
that n+gga goofy, he talk like a clown
ain’t no hisoka, he wearing a frown
he ain’t on p+ss, i ain’t seen him around
splash him with ice, in that water you drown
[verse 1]
if he run up on me then we send him to heaven
i don’t do the talking, on triggers we clenching
empty the clip, when i grip i’m finessing
keeping it tucked with that big 2+7
popping out reckless, slap a smithon wesson
sweat drenching his forehead, i know he be stressing
quizzing a n+gga pop out with the fn
i come from the south but i live in a western
no it ain’t corona, on blood he be coughing
he talk all that sh+t, we put him in a coffin
loading a bullet, i twist and i c+ck it
don’t cross me the soviet, pull out them rockets
put tsar on a bomba, we way outta pocket
blowing off heads, but inside we just hollow
so i keep a 40, we strapped with the hollows
i’m airing it out, making him sleepy hollow
[verse 2]
stacked to the max when we hop on a glide
air it out like i’m django, these n+ggas outside
sent that boi scrambling, watch that boy climb
he look just like a monkey he scale the pine
call my lil bro and he set the coordinates
mummy she strict, i’ll be back at like five
wearing these badges, i treat them like ornaments
capri the man, you know i’m that guy
grind for achievements i never get bored of it
wearing my prize and i wear it with pride
keep myself living with will to survive
because once you’re gone ain’t no way to revive
stealing all flows, i be steady absorbing it
switching it up and i’m making it mine
we never give up, we never forfeiting
filling his grave in the dead of the night
[bridge]
banging out music expanding my vision
keep myself busy, a reason for living
i’m on my way, treat that sh+t like a mission
might switch it up but there’ll be nothing different
cooking up bars, i’m whipping in the kitchen
i’ll do this sh+t, don’t care for recognition
show what i’m made of like an exhibition
in the near future rocking seven digits
look, ay
[hook]
beefing with us get you hurt
run up on me you get put in the dirt
way outta line but i did it up first
begging for mercy we take him to church
do it like durk, whippin we swerve
running your mouth get you kicked to the curb
made some mistakes but they did help me learn
he says he on it but lives in the burbs
we at the finish line, he says he first
but that n+gga tripping he came in like third
i’m spitting fire, these n+ggas will burn
passed me the beat heard that verse it’s my turn
that n+gga goofy, he talk like a clown
ain’t no hisoka, he wearing a frown
he ain’t on p+ss, i ain’t seen him around
splash him with ice, in that water you drown
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