drill

fresh outta london

pull up with them sticks, slap that bitch like his name justin

lil boy flexin he hetero then he askin me 2 fuck him

i stay coming, mainstream wanna talk, i turn nothing into something

mans talkin down, dont free 6snot, we dont want him around

mans talkin down, we got lil bro dancin like he a clown

stuck bros in the chutes, mandem running they chinging yutes

and we know you don't got a clue, think man ments he creasing his shoes

beat him up in the zoot, my shit blows up u just got slewed

and if i got the food, know better this ain't 4 u

aiming at the opps, no escape ur mans get caught

mans keep talking shit in COD, pov ur music flops (bow, bow)

twin bros ride me like a harley, my gang on that charlie

sip on bacardi, smoke ur team out we got an army

lil bro i'm certy, ur fit stay dirty, dem man know that u ain't worthy

we dip him in the abdomen, i blow their backs in

drillin ur hoe while u stay in the trash bin

mans talk all sad, dog water he mad

skengs on my left, pull up and i ching him and his dad

spending our 24's on the dash, talking daft, that nigga get slashed

ur team sucking on cocks, u don't got my quid?

shooting with 9s, we run down ur block

gem can't steal the grub, smash that nigga until he cant walk

smokin that pack, hand ting at his head

mans can't snitch or we leave him for dead

this that 2 man step, but ur team get nicked

back 2 the ends, think i just hit a lick

 

(you dont listen to body or whoopty ur not really a drill fan)

(x0llux)