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mk47 - let’s do a drill lyrics

mk
one take
let’s go
in the city, with rizzy, and you know he be totin’ the sitchy
pull up, but you know that sh+t risky
rizzy going to have the opps runnin’ like ricky
he ran, he never stopped
don’t be like him cause you going to get popped
shorty a baddie, she don’t f+ck with cops
rizzy tote jackie, put opps in a box
take your b+tch from you in a minute
send the addy, you know that we spinnin’
i’m spittin’, you cap, that’s the difference
my bros hit the whip, don’t care if it’s tinted
too turnt, too flashy
got the opp thot callin’ me daddy
no kizzy, i’m with rizzy, and you know he be totin’ on sally
he going to hit him with berettas
you and your homie get done up together
she a savage, the knock in her sweater
hit ’em a hundred times, buba and rella
hit ’em with the fast flow like breesy
hit the b+tch one time in my yeezy’s
f+ck kenzie, that b+tch too treeshy
got the p+ssy first day, that sh+t easy
ayo kenzie, suck my d+ck
when he up it, don’t run don’t trip
if it jam, get beat with the stick
these bullets like fire, got heat in the bl!ck
shoutout breesy, you know that’s my muddy
got a opp thot b+tch trying to f+ck me
cappin’ on songs, that sh+t disgust me
ran through them hoes, i ain’t talkin’ about rugby

in the city, with rizzy, and you know he be totin’ the sitchy
pull up, but you know that sh+t risky
rizzy going to have the opps runnin’ like ricky
he ran, he never stopped
don’t be like him cause you going to get popped
shorty a baddie, she don’t f+ck with cops
rizzy tote jackie, put opps in a box
i don’t f+ck with these n+++++, they p+ssy
i’m punchin’ her n++++, i’m leavin’ him mushy
knockin’ ’em out, they callin’ me mike
i’ma call up my sister to beat up this dyk+
you talkin’ that sh+t, you don’t want to fight
give me the drugs, i’m high as a kite
makin’ these songs, i do it all night
these n+++++ just bark, my n++++ i bite
like what he said, i’m runnin’ and sh+t
pass me the liquor, i’m buggin’ and sh+t
new opp in the air, this sh+t got a kick
we makin’ a movie, let’s make us a fl!ck
like f+ck the opps, they all on my d+ck
not wasting the bullets, get beat with a stick
you really a b+tch, stop talkin’ to me
if you ain’t with the gang, you ain’t walkin’ with me
b+tch i’m from jersey, but i be in the city
with a whole lot of thots, they fiendin’ to l!ck me
lil white b+tch, her name was sydney
she a savage lil b+tch, she stayin’ on fifty
it’s big rns, you know that’s the gang
pass me the choppa, i’m lettin’ it sing
not jackin’ these n+++++, these n+++++ is lame
stop playin’ with me, you think it’s a game?
like what, i’m just a young n++++, i was born for the fame
shoutout mk, we makin’ a banger
we savin’ the world, no power rangers
you f+ck with that n++++, you really in danger
i’m makin’ a song with a f+ckin’ stranger
but you know that sh+t don’t matter
we like dre and marshall mathers
i’ts rizzy the g, i’m your favorite rapper
like what?
i’m goin crazy on these f+ckin’ beats
b+tch i’m the king, you better take a seat
don’t worry about me, you all on my meat
look at this n++++, he really a b+tch
f+ck that n++++ got poked in his ribs
you talk out your neck, you really a kid
f+ck all that sh+t, you really just mid
b+tch
yo mk, what the f+ck we on n++++?

- mk47 lyrics

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