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drill gang - drillin' lyrics

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[shirtless white guy]

yeah
drill gang
ay (x4)

drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
could cost me a quarter million
drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
pull up and i’m swervin’ in it

frostspot on my wrist
cuz it’s freezing (ice, ice, ice)
pray they break from my b-tch
i guess she a g*nius (nice, nice, nice)

matt on the track
i know your b-tch seen this
cruise, smokin that purp until we weezin’

money drip
watch it drip (drip b-tch)
henney b-tch, pour
watch me sip (sip it b-tch)

uzi shoot it
empty out my clip
oo you strappin pistol back
and f-ckin glock-pop off my head

yeah, yeah, yeah
all these b-tches want some
they mad they can’t have it, ay
f-ckin’ break your back and hide your body in my attic (attic!)

kickin you doe thats thick
shoot on you, f-ckin your b-tch
roll in your block with my glock and thats it
thottie right up on my d-ck, thottie right up on my d-ck

like yah, yah, she on me like yachty
she beggin like gimme your gimme your rod
she suck on my d-ck bro i cannot (idk)
she lay on the bed, she take off her bra

[generic white guy]

drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
could cost me a quarter million
drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
pull up and i’m swervin’ in it

drill gang
we ain’t nothin to be f-cked with
talkin sh-t lose your t–th
we’re just stuntin’

gettin’ this paper, yah
money tall like skyscr-pers, yah
you might get hit like a taper, huh
she blow on my d-ck like a vapor, huh

f-ck that lil’ hoe in the bas-m-nt, yah
f-ck i just need a replacement, yah
p-ssy be so weak lately, huh
we always packin that heat

don’t f-ck with the fleet
rollin’ up in yo hood
clappin b-tches out with the woods
glocks, aks, dracos

all up with the f-ckin goods
we trappin out the motherf-ckin woods
huh, huh, huh
f-ck that little p-ssy b-tch, f-ck that little p-ssy v

throwin hands or shots
can’t f-ck with the ops, rollin the drops
k!llin these cops, can’t f-ck a pot
rollin around, call on the shots

that’s all i got…

[matt cram]

drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
could cost me a quarter million
drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
pull up and i’m swervin’ in it

chillin, chillin, chillin, chillin
with the squad and we be whippin’
round your city with your b-tch
and she know this the track we k!llin’

ay, you know that when it drops
(when it drops b-tch)
you all gonna know me and my mothaf-ckin ops
(drill gang)

drivin the whip with the ice on my wrist
you know the closest zhamboni my sh-t
i whip, i drip it, im smokin a split
gettin so lifted i cannot feel sh-t

k!llin this b-tch, yah yah
ted- (what?) funny (okay)
my flow is f-ckin gorgeous man
your sh-t- (yeah?) ugly (ew)

buddy i be on the track
f-ckers claimin that they rap
and really all they spit is wack
they garbage man they carry trash

this sh-t is -ss
yup, when i givin you the best of me
so ima mix my styles up
like pepsi in my hennessy

drank, yah, we pourin it up
im fillin that cup with the liquor (b-tch)
you know its just, drill gang in the cup (?)
we f-ck it up, you get the picture

yeah we out here on our ground
like we been skating b-tch
and when we step our feet into the game
you know we takin’ sh-t

[clark]

drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
could cost me a quarter million
drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
pull up and i’m swervin’ in it

thots on thos on thots
all i ever get is thots
a thot f-ck with me, so i pull up with my glock

pistol whip, back of the head
b-tch drop down, gimme head
better be good or you’re f-ckin dead
better be good or you’re f-ckin dead

im just chillin, smokin, drinkin
with the f-ckin gang, poppin pills
only bigger number than my bank account’s
my f-cking k!lls

on that gray poupon sh-t
cuz im f-ckin k!llin it
with this snow in my nose (b-tch)
i can do anything

[all]

drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
could cost me a quarter million
drillin’ drillin’ drillin’ drillin’
pull up and i’m swervin’ in it

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