ld - drillaman lyrics
[intro]
dat way
mazza, wagwan?
ay
[verse]
drillaman in front of the feds
drillaman live in a cab
anytime man slide through the flats
we spot ’em, we drillaman live where he’s at
nightmares of the feds tryna kick in my door
and i swear down, i can’t go back
conpspiracy talks where n0body walks
the feds say they wanna put five on my back
like rio
same way, man style and pattern, get packs on the v.o
messi on the wing, man jugg up the place
go home then bad up my p.o
spend the whole week bleachin’, slidin’, ridin’
’til i stink like b.o
and he got hit like bro got hit
i guess he paid what he owed
should’a done it like incy
had the whole block pourin’ out henny and coke
me and bro stepped like tommy and ghost
search and destroy, i love it the most
everyone know i do road
and k nizz done him up like doroad
i don’t lack when i buss my shots
’cause i don’t want to end up like black when he froze
anytime we step with sticks
you’ll never see us steppin’ in fila
pop my door, watch one of them run
and the rest play ‘follow the leader’
trap, trap in the bando ’til i came ’round givin’ out shisha
six with smoke like shisha, ld a real life squeezer
big facts, mad move
burn a man now, no cap, you dig that
you can’t press square, you can’t resp+wn
there ain’t no bring backs
anytime i jump in a ride and i spot me a opp, man spin that
i drove and brodie scored, that’s teamwork there
so the point, we split that
if there’s a pound to my name
and it’s me and bro, then you that i half it
high chance that i’ll blow with this ting
drop me an opp, so you know a man chance it
sold out bits and exit wounds, that’s anytime you get me started
heard the game went dead ’til they plugged let me in
and watch a man charge it
what you know ’bout filin’ corn all day like you work in admin?
i’ll pull up and smoke me a kid right now
if he talk like ld’s a has+been
man i been all over the hood
and i’m still in the hood like dutty or jasmine
ain’t been in no sunbed but name’s hot and i keep on tannin’
feds f’d up the plan but i don’t stop, i keep on plannin’
i don’t get no love from none of these yutes that i brang in
see i done some sh+t and witnessed sh+t
could’ve been doin’ life on the landin’
and i ain’t lost friends to the beef
and i thank god that i’m still standin’
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