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hitakora - drill city lyrics

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intro:
hey yo what drill city ya feel me
if anyone asks am i acting like is it
hey yo shout out smith
shout out the whole f+cking 7
know what i’m saying
had to give ’em a quick verse
got me on my drilly sh+t
ay what we tellin ’em
hear this sh+t

verse 1:
you don’t wanna get yourself got like bk
big come p45 on the 3+8
your gun jammed and you got blammed yo 3a
rap, trap, drill and act, i need a pa
watch songs through film that’s smart i’m like da
clip for the t++th but these t++th won’t dk
send the game i whip game like ea
why pay mans guac on the net yo ba
straight gun smoke couldn’t ask what we on
tell feds i dunno, i dunno like tion
get man out rеal quick like leon
heard man’s rappеd yo go check what he’s on
at rap trap yo i cream these digits
trap rap at cah i breathe and live it
fresh on me swear down yo is it
shut those down real quick when i visit
shut up
you don’t wanna get caught slippin’ and cut up
some, someone gets popped every time we run up
none of you touched me how i was one up
run, run up and k!lled the wrong yute, my bad
your boy left his boy he was gone like my dad
swear your mum got got round there from time
and you still ain’t dont sh+t for your mum, aw mad
aw mad, maz, maz, you must, mad
verse 2:
grab that, buss it, f+ck it, dig it, f+ck it, grab him, ying him, ying him
hear that blow leave your ears all ringing
ask our smith i inspire drillin’
t+hitz knows, heard dem man singin’
bk got put in the spliff i’m billin’
put down opps in gucci linen
go home get neck from boujee women
run, run up on you on my ones, i’m a loner
i swear your boy jay just got put in a coma
p+ssyole yute i can smell the aroma
mask on my face i don’t care about corona
hands in the air like the vibes in a rave
in a petrol bath washing my sins and i’ll bathe em
shave ’em, shave ’em, somebody save him
nurses and doctors try but they’re failing
lil opp boys wanna bang for their hood, hood
jump out yo what’s good
block parties leave your brains in your hood
spare no one when i’m up in the shubz
send my opps mums peace tryna baddest the evil
don’t try style like you’re evel knievel
buss off ah him cos he might just get recalled
mami she bad gotta shower my people

outro:
demons, demons
matter of fact imma see you this evenin’
run up on me and somebody’s bleedin’
interview room ain’t n0body speakin’
all, all of the opps in jail, yo free ’em
talk about murder, i don’t believe him
even good yutes vibes to my raps, yo
jump in the ride, shotgun have you leanin’



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