"Baby Drill Flow" lyrics
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
One of my mans just died, I'm mad as fuck
I still can't feel this shit
Heard one of the opps just got poked up
When his ass get out
We gon' kill that bitch
That lil' ho freaked out, freaked out
Kick the ho right out the spot
I ain't feel that bitch
We on some murder shit, hold your glizzy up if you ever shot it
Clutchin' on this Judge, it shoot shells like a fuckin' shotty
Nigga, why you cappin' when you rappin'? Ain't got no fuckin' body
The way my youngins love to leave some shit, we need a porta-potty
Man, forty degrees the only thing we do, nigga, fuck a college
I been pullin' racks out of these skinniest like, boy, fuck a wallet
Niggas not even scammin', they just take it out, then redeposit
I was born with manners and with standards, nigga, fuck a profit
The way Lil T be snatchin' souls, they thought he was evil
They don't even know he zip one up and then he pray to Jesus
Thank the Lord for my mistakes, know I got right for all my people
They done snaked this nigga once, promise it will not be a sequel
Slap this dick inside my glizzy, ho won't stop, she keep on cummin'
They thought I was from Detroit 'cause just like Andre, I be drummin'
I call them all my lil' baboons, my brothers gorillas and they monkeys
I'm quick to rock out like Dwayne, I leave 'em lost just like Jumanji
Ayy, heard they want 'em dead
But they ain't slid, I guess they scared
Fuck that, don't shoot a nigga in the leg, headshot, shoot a nigga
Ass in the dreads
Hop out, freak in the hotbox geeked
How you love her, but she don't even get fucked on the bed?
Fuck a tweet, nigga, let's meet
Slide, Lil T on the beat like a sled
Fuck a lil' tweet
Thick lil' shit tryna get in the sheets
Brand-new whip, can't fuck up the seats
Hear the narcs out, scream fuck 12 every week
Thick lil' shit, charge a ho for the D
Freak-ass ho can't fuck with T
Nah, ho, not for free
When it's beef, hear a R.I.P. every fuckin' week
Lots of sticks, lots of fuckin' drums, lots of fuckin' guns
Nigga, we just like the Sinaloa, we got lots of tons
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, we got lots of funds
Back, back, back, back, back, we don't do one on one
Ayy, this four-nick leave his ass where he don't know shit
Hop inside that water, I had floated like a blowfish
I just started rappin', they say, "T, you on some GOAT shit"
Man, long live lil' twin, shout out lil' Cam, he on some more shit
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
One of my mans just died, I'm mad as fuck
I still can't feel this shit
Heard one of the opps just got poked up, when his ass get out
We gon' kill that bitch
That lil' ho freaked out, freaked out, kick the ho right out the spot
I ain't feel that bitch
We on some murder shit, hold your glizzy up if you ever shot it
Clutchin' on this Judge, it shoot shells like a fuckin' shotty
Nigga, why you cappin' when you rappin'? Ain't got no fuckin' body
The way my youngins love to leave some shit, we need a porta-potty
One of my mans just died, I'm mad as fuck
I still can't feel this shit
Heard one of the opps just got poked up
When his ass get out
We gon' kill that bitch
That lil' ho freaked out, freaked out
Kick the ho right out the spot
I ain't feel that bitch
We on some murder shit, hold your glizzy up if you ever shot it
Clutchin' on this Judge, it shoot shells like a fuckin' shotty
Nigga, why you cappin' when you rappin'? Ain't got no fuckin' body
The way my youngins love to leave some shit, we need a porta-potty
Man, forty degrees the only thing we do, nigga, fuck a college
I been pullin' racks out of these skinniest like, boy, fuck a wallet
Niggas not even scammin', they just take it out, then redeposit
I was born with manners and with standards, nigga, fuck a profit
The way Lil T be snatchin' souls, they thought he was evil
They don't even know he zip one up and then he pray to Jesus
Thank the Lord for my mistakes, know I got right for all my people
They done snaked this nigga once, promise it will not be a sequel
Slap this dick inside my glizzy, ho won't stop, she keep on cummin'
They thought I was from Detroit 'cause just like Andre, I be drummin'
I call them all my lil' baboons, my brothers gorillas and they monkeys
I'm quick to rock out like Dwayne, I leave 'em lost just like Jumanji
Ayy, heard they want 'em dead
But they ain't slid, I guess they scared
Fuck that, don't shoot a nigga in the leg, headshot, shoot a nigga
Ass in the dreads
Hop out, freak in the hotbox geeked
How you love her, but she don't even get fucked on the bed?
Fuck a tweet, nigga, let's meet
Slide, Lil T on the beat like a sled
Fuck a lil' tweet
Thick lil' shit tryna get in the sheets
Brand-new whip, can't fuck up the seats
Hear the narcs out, scream fuck 12 every week
Thick lil' shit, charge a ho for the D
Freak-ass ho can't fuck with T
Nah, ho, not for free
When it's beef, hear a R.I.P. every fuckin' week
Lots of sticks, lots of fuckin' drums, lots of fuckin' guns
Nigga, we just like the Sinaloa, we got lots of tons
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, we got lots of funds
Back, back, back, back, back, we don't do one on one
Ayy, this four-nick leave his ass where he don't know shit
Hop inside that water, I had floated like a blowfish
I just started rappin', they say, "T, you on some GOAT shit"
Man, long live lil' twin, shout out lil' Cam, he on some more shit
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
One of my mans just died, I'm mad as fuck
I still can't feel this shit
Heard one of the opps just got poked up, when his ass get out
We gon' kill that bitch
That lil' ho freaked out, freaked out, kick the ho right out the spot
I ain't feel that bitch
We on some murder shit, hold your glizzy up if you ever shot it
Clutchin' on this Judge, it shoot shells like a fuckin' shotty
Nigga, why you cappin' when you rappin'? Ain't got no fuckin' body
The way my youngins love to leave some shit, we need a porta-potty
