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[intro]

brrrrah!
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whop
drilltime, whatchu’ cooking up?
whop

[verse]
whatchu’ gon’ do wit’ that li’l ass f+ckin’ gun
bet’ not try what yo’ brother did, he died you better run
you better go to yo’ og’s and try to get a better gun
but we smoke older n+ggas too, n+gga we dont give no f+cks

we’ll red light a n+gga, boy yo’ ass better duck
green light, that’s my li’l n+gga we be drillin’ sh+t for fun
take one of the opps we droppin’ 4 n+gga, we ain’t goin’ for nun
you got the same chain as errybody, that ain’t no 1 on 1

i’m only f+ckin’ with the gang cuz’ all these p+ssy n+ggas’ tellin’
shut up b+tch, before i slap yo’ ass with that mac+11
yo’ dog snitched but he got views, so yo ass wanna spell
yo’ dog a b+tch and you too n+gga y’all are twin sistas’

drilltime, turn the beat down, let me speak some facts
told the police yo dog got a pole, whatchu call that?
they tried to say they ass lying, f+ck n+gga you a rat!
speak on leeke, then them bullets flyin’, n+gga that’s on tap
hold on drilltime, let me spit my sh+t some f+ckin more
y’all n+ggas tellin’ lies, but let’s talk about the scope
last time i checked, y’all went down 4
ooh, b+tch i mean 5, cause the other n+gga died

h+ll nah, i meant 6 that n+gga died in that park
h+ll nah, its really 7 that n+gga broad to make it to heaven
plus 8, i meant 8, p+ssy n+ggas there’s some more names
i’m really in the streets forreal, y’all n+ggas tryna get fame

[verse 2]
watch what you sayin, cause we shoot [?]
then you hear about the green n+gga on the front pages
you know you don’t want no smoke for real, n+gga you ain’t crazy
you know we comin’ wit them bullets straight soundin’ like the navy

big glizzies over here, b+tch nah no 380s
thick b+tches over here, i dont wan’t no skinny ladies
plan b’s over here, nah we ain’t havin babies
vvs’s on the way, i be shinin on these haters

i ain’t got no cape, i ain’t savin that b+tch
his own momma even know charles jones is a b+tch
actin like you seen that paperwork, you know yo dog snitched
i be really drillin’ sh+t, i just rap to talk sh+t

i’ll rob a rappin n+gga, p+ssy n+gga whatchu gon do
keep a [?] on my face you never know what i’m goin through
my dog just popped a perc, but you knowing that i’m on too
you run up on a crazy p+ssy n+gga, imma blow you

a+a+all these b+tches love whop wit dat chop
got yo’ b+tch eating d+ck like it’s corn+on+the+cob
don’t dm me bout no b+tch, p+ssy n+gga, you’ll get popped
you’d rather beat bout hoe, but yo dog just got dropped

[outro]
come on mane you know what the f+ck goin on man whop wit dat
chop, grrt! [?] gang sh+t no lame sh+t n+gga. stay in yo’ lane b+tch. drilltime whatchu cookin up?

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