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prøtøkâp - how 2 drill lyrics

[intro: goattalkk novaa]
(that n+gga nate crazy okay)
(slide, uh)
(slide, slide, slide)
(uh, uh, huh, novaa)
(novaa)
(uh, this how you step on a n—, bounce out the—, & shoot that b+tch—, uh yea)
(cl!ck, i shoot that b+tch till it cl!ck—, till it cl!ck)
(novaa)

[hook: goattalkk novaa]
uh, this how you step on a n+gga, bounce out the v & shoot that b+tch till it cl!ck (brrah)
bullets was going so fast went left to right & up & down & shii (down, down)
i hopped out the car & chased his ass on feet, to make sure ion miss (ion miss)
dissin the gang the fastest way you gone die (you gone die), ain’t no calling quits (callin’ quits)
see em hop chase em, run em down, you go to god (go to god n+gga)
.223 up on my lap i shoot it at yo’ spine (at yo spine)
& all these n+ggas really ho, they talkin’ sh+t they out of line (they out of line)
i roll a 3.5 right too my face (facе), im tryna get out my mind (out my mind)

[verse: 4d kap]
i keep a glock ‘n’ my pocket, the first n+gga play, that b+tch gonе shoot like harden
diss on the gang, usain bolt, that f+ck n+gga run when that b+tch get to sparkin’ (brrah)
f+ck a hotbox ‘n’ the v, we hopout blastin’ .45 hit that target (fah, fah, fah)
grahhhhhh
sound of a switch on a glock, i bet that b+tch gone mark em (skrrt)
walk ‘n’ the trap got glocks, all ‘n’ the oldsmobile this b+tch to packed (that bih too packed)
thinkin’ it’s sweet, that’s n+gga gone speak on deceased that n+gga got turned to a pack (turned to a pack)
sh+t ion’ een know what i’m sayin’ they know ian’ playin’
big kap stay wit’ a mac (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
n+gga got put ‘n’ dat song for thinkin’ sh+t sweet (grahh), n+gga got belt to ass (grahh, grahh)
[verse: goattalkk novaa]
2 of my opps just died ‘n’ 2 days
call up zar, he hit the e+way (hit the e)
hear this sh+t all on the news, you know that who did it
you know that we slide broad+day (slide)
don’t diss yo’ name for fame, like f+ck yo’ gang, them bullets hit yo’ brain (hit yo’ brain)
like f+ck you b+tch, you say you wanna beef, well b+tch just catch a stain (catch a stain)
(b+tch just catch a stain)
(b+tch i shoot you ‘n’ yo f+ckin’ b—)
(talking sh+t about me you gone die, do that sh+t again)
(you gone—)
(brdah)

[hook: goattalkk novaa]
uh, this how you step on a n+gga, bounce out the v & shoot that b+tch till it cl!ck (till it cl!ck)
bullets was going so fast went left to right & up & down & shii (down, down)
i hopped out the car & chased his ass on feet, to make sure ion miss (ion miss)
dissin the gang the fastest way you gone die (you gone die), ain’t no calling quits (novaa)
see em hop chase em, run em down, you go to god (go to god)
.223 up on my lap i shoot it at yo’ spine (at yo spine, come+here)
& all these n+ggas really ho, they talkin’ sh+t they out of line (out of line)
i roll a 3.5 right too my face im tryna get out my mind (tryna’ get out my mind)

[verse: 4d kap]
uh, i up a 3.5 to the face let a first n+gga play he gon die today (uh+huh)
thinking bout old shii back in the day might f+ck around and slide today (slide)
like where the f+ck these n+ggas at, why these n+ggas ain’t outside today (come on)
i take a li b+tch, put d+ck ‘n’ the back of her throat then make her shine a k (shine a k)
opp ass how tried to line me, ion give a f+ck, b+tch i brung, a glock on the date
f+ck n+gga, hit me bout a zip, ion give a f+ck i’ll give em shake
dumb n+gga post that pole on his page, knowin’ that sh+t be fake (ahhh)
[verse: goattalkk novaa]
opp n+gga died, caught his bros at the funeral, d+mn near shot up the wait (shot up the wait)
all these bodies on my belt, i feel them n+ggas on my waist (they on my waist)
these n+ggas b+tch they wanna be kap, like why the f+ck you wearing bape (wearin’ bape)

[verse: prøtøkâp]
okay, i know he tried to match the pole, until he saw that drac (boom, boom)
my b+tch so bad, i f+ck her good (huh+what?), i break her spine, & pull her waist (pull her waist)
assassinations, b+tch we closin’ cases when i hopout on feet (out on feet)
i’ll burn yo’ ass & have my gah embalm you, hang you from a tree (from a tree)
ion’ want no fame nah (nah), i just want your head boy
me & kap we do the dash, we sliding right down brightwood (we sliding right down brightwood)
bullets was goin’ so fast, they had the neighbors like what the f+ck they on
nah, bullets so loud the neighbors like “what’s that sound?”, my n+gga f+ck dat song (like what that?)

[outro: prøtøkâp]
(yea, up this b+tch, you know you gone)
(ain’t got no time, my n+gga bust yo’ dome)
(blrahh)
(novaa)
(slide)
(4d kap)
(novaa)
(slide, & get yo’ brudda clapped)
(get yo’ brudda clapped)

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