Forget the shank, heard they said that, "Drill's dead" Bit of mileage, rev and they're live instead I don't know 'bout chattings, I grind instead Fuck it, I might as well fly these pebs Pass mode, but my clients in debt Want my dough? You don't know violence, means bread It's silent when the waps and the ding's in the glides intense (Euff) Look, opps can't fuck with a thug Bust and spin, we make the Tridents come We're live, more time, it's a 9-8 ting I rap, but I still might provide that gun Shotgun, two cases, two operations done, listen They can run, can't hide 'cah cases get flung (Mhm, mhm) The location's dumb, of course, you couldn't come (Listen) Who's said, "Drill's dead"? Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red A yute got done in a corpse, but of course, we attempt (Euff) Spent two thousand on the beat, start runnin' I hate dumb yutes on the fence No cautions, crash, splash it with intent (Yuck) I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench This corn's like a rash, it spreads (Grrt) You ain't ever been live in the T with a live and a tee, done drills, I repent, QZ's, represent Dumb paparazzi wan' pree the events If the theme's red taped, it's a serious offense I'ma back my brolo, we never fence, I'll leave you in a drench, uh Grown men try act tough, fill 'em with cents Check the crime scene, it's a ments, uh Me and my Glocks like batty and bench Rass this span and cartridge We attendin' the drop out, feed and revenge, boom Side by side with a G lock, 3-point turn 'cah we blew off again My red chop ting hold skengs Stamp on the brown and peng Pen sizes or attempts and a whole leap of trials, bust them, boom It's My Turn, Lil' Baby, tell my bae, "No pictures", that's a baities Babylon hate me, but the wok rate me Livin' life like a crackaine in the 80's About drill and dead, I'm dead All the bros got bread, maybe, you're just lazy Heard the plug got stained by a kid, that's my young thug, shit, call me feisty (Tekky) Who's said, "Drill's dead"? Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red A yute got done in a corpse, but of course, we attempt (Euff) Spent two thousand on the beat, start runnin' I hate dumb yutes on the fence No cautions, crash, splash it with intent (Yuck) I'm vexin', a boy doin' batty and bench This corn's like a rash, it spreads Grrt, listen, opps can't fuck with a tug Bust and spin, we make the Tridents come We're live, more time, it's a 9-8 ting I rap, but, I still might provide that gun Listen, opps can't fuck with a tug Bust and spin, we make the Tridents come Woosh, woosh, tek and run Bust and spin, we make the Tridents come