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max thademon – drill story lyrics

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[verse: ciggy black x max thademon]

(gang, babies , babies)

it’s no kids in the spot, take out the drugs and them pills and then leave, what we need is the spot
got the treesh in the spot, we kickin’ doors, everyone in the floor, what we need is the guap

what we need is the guap, if he tweak he get choked
we gon’ stoke him and leave him to bleed in the spot
we gon’ bake in the spot, me and black on the tags
see the look on their face when we crippin the spot

they ain’t leavin’ the spot
shoot ’em like [?] up in three from the chop
all they seen was the blood, f+ck the heat from the shot
all they seen was the dot

all they seen was the dot, that’s that beam on the chop, put the stash up
i don’t got time for the games with the beggar
i need one tuck it go up and then blast that
i get you land in the box like a hashtag

we need the keys to the safe or the code to the safe
if he put it wrong put some holes in his face
put the chrome to her face
this b+tch cope with me, run in the spot, had the smirk on her face
whats the smirk of your face? we not playin’ b+tch
black and white not the ones to be playin’ with
put all the breesh in the bag and stop staring b+tch
’cause you look at my eyes and i’m airin’ sh+t

hold on, time to get out of the spot, cops are surrounding the block
neighbours is calling the cops ’cause they hearin them shots
we got the breeshy, how we escape on the block, we caught them mordible pd’s
we spillin’ death if you see me, you hit the spot don’t be greedy, please don’t be greedy

pass me the keys, i’m tryna get off the scene but the pigs are surrounding the v, had to get off on feet
we took a right by the [?], if they catch us we shoot at the d
[?]
only thing left on my mind is to get all this bread off the street so that babies can eat
only if my baby knew what i did to put shoes on her feet

now we back to the crib, roll up the dead and we laugh about all of the sh+t that we did
all the l!cks that we hit, all the bread that we split
all the ops that we hit, i remember this sh+t

[outro]

search on the way for two armed man accused in a home invasion robbery in brooklyn. police is realising the surveillance video of the suspects. investigators say the men forced their way into a
31+year+old man’s apartament near grand street

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