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lee drilly – final destination (released) lyrics

[intro]
94gz, no gz like these, you heard?
jack b’s, we jack bigger b’s
drop my sh+t, we gon’ let it squeeze
gang, gang, gang
drilly, gang, gang
drilly, drilly, gang

[chorus]
he on the internet talkin’ facts
catch him in person, he more than fast
jaydee, mind your business before we clap
next time he say, “drilly”, we on his ass
but he said it again, take a trip to brooklyn, now it’s time to bend
look at this dumb n+gga losin’ friends
how he worried about us? go get back for your mans
so you jackin’ [?] ’cause you linked wit’ the opps? huh
yeah, they told y’all we soft, but did y’all get the drop?
how they mans died and they still ain’t spin blocks
they been losin’ n+ggas since shoot or get shot
[verse 1]
now it’s time to put o to the o to the test
like, noah got stomped in the ‘jects
and yellow got shot in his neck
sha lucky he ain’t get hit in his chest
rb made it, should’ve been his head
got my bloods to my right and my gz to the left
i ain’t disrespectin’ but just need to mention
y’all the reason for bdiddy death
[?] sh+t a blessing
but the haters gon’ hate so we keep a weapon
usually got a .9 but today the westen’
if i up then it’s up, you gon’ die in seconds
just copped a new chop and it need some testin’
so when you get in this sh+t, ain’t no second guessin’
put my deads in a song, you gon’ learn a lesson
you gon’ be wit’ yo’ deads, makin’ songs in heaven
make that boy disappear like it’s magic
drillys aren’t calm, we scorin’ the basket
lil’ locc got put in a casket, spinned wit’ a knife and that n+gga got blasted
and tiebout did bad, fordham road, ej kept runnin’ ’til he got home
nggas had jalil in [?] crib
jaheim got boomed for a f+ckin’ b+tch
we ain’t beefin’ wit’ bl!cky, that boy a snitch
rico got hit in his leg and sh+t
yeah, we had lil’ tut in the chicken spot
spinned ten minutes later so we can flock
seen jahlik in fordhamn, he did the race
had gang on his ass, he picked up the pace
called [?], almost took off his f+ckin’ face
davion+
[chorus]
he on the internet talkin’ facts
catch him in person, he more than fast
jaydee, mind your business before we clap
next time he say, “drilly”, we on his ass
but he said it again, take a trip to brooklyn, now it’s time to bend
look at this dumb n+gga losin’ friends
how he worried about us? go get back for your mans
so you jackin’ [?] ’cause you linked wit’ the opps? huh
yeah, they told y’all we soft, but did y’all get the drop?
how they mans died and they still ain’t spin blocks
they been losin’ n+ggas since shoot or get shot

[verse 2]
milly wop got beat in his f+ckin’ head
i’on know how he livin’ when he should be dead
’bout to spin on the courts when we [?]
move tact on they block and we made a mess
[?] on the rey, we spinned that the best
and [?] got yellow tape to his death
heard gwapo got beat when we spinned the west
and merkie got beat out his f+cking flesh
noah brains got stomped on his f+ckin’ head
can’t forget about marky, no, he got left
my n+ggas had sha on the run
shoot or get shot but we got all the guns
n+gga boomer should’ve boomed it
now it’s boomer in this blunt
can’t cap ’cause we got it on video
flip an o and i bet my whole city know
don’t talk about gotti, you know he froze
who the f+ck is wan billy? n0body know
and when patek got beat, he was scared as sh+t
ain’t get back, bro soft, now we hearin’ it
had ’em shaken when i spinned though merrien
‘nother n+gga got trapped in [?] crib
spin the s and we did what we posted
boy tank got shot in his vocals
i ain’t swinging deadys
just up’d and i bust, aim above the belly
don’t go out like james ’cause this sh+t get deadly
better look both ways ‘fore you leave the deli
like, like, and we smokin’ benji
spin through this side and it’s getting heavy
smoke pooch on they block while we in the telly
and i don’t rob bikes, i can’t go out, like, like, like
every beef we done had, we done won
and it’s still free pun
talk on my gang now we on the hunt
catch an opp and he’s done
let’s talk about nieco, you know that n+gga dumb
we just smoke him for fun
i know an opp that went out wit’ his gun (jacob)
he should’ve run
and they know i’m on timing
i be doin’ sh+t my way
spinnin’ opp blocks form friday+to+friday
so don’t come at me sideways
n+ggas talkin’ on bro but won’t say it to my face
’cause we uppin’ the crime rate
catch a locc, beat a locc, n+ggas know that i’m die rey
[chorus]
he on the internet talkin’ facts
catch him in person, he more than fast
jaydee, mind your business before we clap
next time he say, “drilly”, we on his ass
but he said it again, take a trip to brooklyn, now it’s time to bend
look at this dumb n+gga losin’ friends
how he worried about us? go get back for your mans
so you jackin’ [?] ’cause you linked wit’ the opps? huh
yeah, they told y’all we soft, but did y’all get the drop?
how they mans died and they still ain’t spin blocks
they been losin’ n+ggas since shoot or get shot

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