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lite feva x tye black x young god ivo - drill lyrics

(intro)
on my mother f-cking tec
on my mother f-cking tec
dope gang, gang gang
l block, block block
on my mother f-cking tec
on my mother f-cking tec

(hook)
i just spent 600 on a tech
please don’t make me act just like a ref
i just spent 200 on my coop
just so i can stunt and drop the roof
i just spent a band on a chopper
please don’t make me put that on my father
i just spent a band on a chopper
please don’t make me call up all my shottas

[verse 1: lite feva]
i just spent a band on a chopper
please don’t make me put that on my father
boy you know that n-gga be dead
point this sh-t at you, you know you dead
shoot that little don c off your head
f-ck the other side make sure he dead
strictly head shots don’t aim for legs
dope gang to the l’z we ain’t playing(l’z l’z)
pull up then we get the spraying
we pull up they get the laying
then they mamas get the praying
no holy ghost i got him shaken
i got the labels like i’ll take him
and all this sh-t be real no faking
i call up ivo do the job (ivo!)
take yo face it ain’t that hard

hook

[verse 2: tye black]
i just spent a band on a chopper
i pull the trigger sound like waka
please don’t make me put that on my mama
i come and i get ya
60 shot in this handgun won’t miss ya
black and white no referee i’m official
i trap and i rap
get money for sure they know it’s a fact
spend then i’m making it back
f-ck a fight man i’m taking your life
i catch a plea then tonight
ball then i’m taking a flight
chill for a couple of nights
back to the town let’s get it
these n-ggas be rapping
but they rap and we live it
putting nails in the wall only time they drilling
balmain’s with the margiela’s my swag just dripping
drop two on the coop this foriegn i’m whipping
give them youngings a band they leaving you missing

hook

[verse 3: young god ivo]

i just split some bands with my mans (split them racks)
now i’m gone hit the trap and flip them grams (and get it back)
these n-ggas they be telling taking stands
free all of my felons in them cans
we pull-up don’t get caught up in the jam
blew that sh-t then that f-ck n-gga he ran
we clear the crowd we watch them n-ggas scram
you know i keep the tommy just like pam
i’m that n-gga
i be posted with them k!llas
run up on the l block
then we pull a couple triggers
pay 600 for the tec
but we still got some more figures
do a hit it’ll leave him stretched
when we ride on them 4 wheelers and
we them n-ggas
bro just copped the chopper
hopping out them all black trucks
we sending n-ggas to the doctor
n-ggas singing like a opera
crack his sh-ll like he a lobster
all my n-ggas with the sh-ts
no pretending no imposters

(hook)

- lite feva x tye black x young god ivo lyrics

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