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rtc700 - drill lyrics

f+ck n+gga pop out
talking sh+t on twitter why you acting like a bot now (yeah)
run on p+ssy n+ggas take yo life and then i cop out
took a whole ass pack on you n+ggas that’s what up now
when me and geek pull up just know you n+ggas gonna die now
posted with the gang posted bl!cks on the f+cking ground now
first i drop a filthy smoke a eighth im faded tight (ay)
tell yo b+tch to hop up off this d+ck cuz i’m up now
change the flow
you f+ck n+ggas testing me don’t get no b+tches can’t sleep on my energy
change the flow
when im razin up im dropping n+ggas unlike russ (yeah yeah)
ay lemme chill out
going to hard on the beat need chill
going to hard on the p+ssy when i beat it up my chop really go ta ta ta
ay f+ck with it
all my n+ggas stay talking sh+t
tk told me rap up on this beat so now i’m k!lling it
that b+tch said my d+ck is way to big shе really feeling it
feel like i’m a ???? (yeah that’s going to far)
(you hеar this n+gga)
(like can you even beilve this sh+t)
(haha alright)

choppa leave him sticky like that choppa leave him icky
when i pull up to his crib that choppa give him a hickey
boy don’t want no smoke he don’t want nun of these glizzys
he don’t want no smoke like that boy i got all type of 50’s
dropping bands on the floor i pick it up with ricky
i keep that bl!ck tucked you p+ssy ass you try to play yo ass got sticked up
don’t know these n+ggas like that why they claiming on my set
these vv’s on water yeah they drippin on my neck
come get yo b+tch cuz she want me and this b+tch just like a turban
i swear to god these n+ggas say they pop they in suburbans
b+tch yeah im boss yeah you know that
pull up with the sl+ts and all the diamonds yeah we on that
that boy he tried play boy you know that that’s a throw back
1 2 3 yeah we kicken at yo door mat

- rtc700 lyrics

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