"Afro Drill" lyrics
(LowkeyMali, what's the word?)
Grrah, grrah
Our F's, our F's
(Die Wvttz, die Wvttz, die Wvttz, die Wvttz)
F's, F's, F's, F's
We was troopin', 3 deep on the Ruff, I was buggin'
Look in his eye, nigga thought I was bluffin' (Like what?)
I thought they was cool, had to flick with my buzzin'
Every drill I was on, I threw some, had 'em ducking
Baow, one, he ran on his mans
Baow, two, he lookin' like "Damn"
Baow, three, I told brodie to blam
Tried to walk that boy down, had to get out that jam
They dissin' on X, had to score me a bucket (Word to my dead, nigga)
Shh— got hit, they did nothin'
Fuck the Ruff, man, them lil' niggas ducking (Them niggas hit)
Got multiple scenes on that block, had 'em runnin
Keep takin' risks, and they keep gettin' tagged
Starting to get mad, why the fuck they not back?
Movin' too tact, nigga, pull down ya' mask
I bet Eli won't lack, almost shot in his ass
Wixk got scapped, boy, you a victim?
Caught Nazzy lil' dumbass, on bro, niggas kicked him
Nazzy got lucky, he ran, should've spliffed him
Woody had beam on his back, should've blicked him
Crazy part is, they both had they G's
And they ran with them shits, better flock when it's me
'Cause on bro, I'ma flock with no ski
If my life on the line, then it is what it be
F Block-K, smack 'em with the what? (Die Wvttz)
Aight, bet, everybody get down
KayDay face, stuck in the clouds
Oh wait, that's DaeDae, he fell on the ground (Stupid)
I'm a demon, you know they can't hang
Fuck Web, nigga, spin for your gang
Shit so real, had to purge in the rain
Catch Fatz and his bitch, then I'm parkin' that May' (Die Makk)
Let off 3, bitch, I'm ballin' like Sleepy
I'm feelin' like Jah, when I'm flickin', can't see me
Better duck, when I'm flickin', can't reach me
All black for the drill, tryna to put 'em on TV
Double hands on the pole, I'm tryna see 'em drop
Spin through the F, word to bro, you get flocked (F block, F block)
64 what? All of 'em shot
Nigga ran to that door, we would've got him flocked
I can't argue with Ruff, I done made that shit hot
Eli ducked, he should've got shot
Fuck DD, I still Notti Bop
With the F's and the 'Rips, tryna flock at a 'Wokk (OYK)
Don't pass me no Country, that nigga is box
Want a Wasca with Melly and E with the dot
Watch this, I'ma go make 'em duck
Look what happened to Fatboy, go pick that boy up
Push up on me, I bet you get shot
We them F Block demons, lookin' for the opps
How do they diss when I spin through they block?
I don't know why they diss, 'cause I done made it hot
Fatboy a dick, man, that dummy got shot
Eli, he should've been in a box (dummy)
I made most of 'em duck, once they heard all them shots
I was flockin' from mornin' and night for this block
Our F's, our F's, our F's
Grrah, grrah
Our F's, our F's
(Die Wvttz, die Wvttz, die Wvttz, die Wvttz)
F's, F's, F's, F's
We was troopin', 3 deep on the Ruff, I was buggin'
Look in his eye, nigga thought I was bluffin' (Like what?)
I thought they was cool, had to flick with my buzzin'
Every drill I was on, I threw some, had 'em ducking
Baow, one, he ran on his mans
Baow, two, he lookin' like "Damn"
Baow, three, I told brodie to blam
Tried to walk that boy down, had to get out that jam
They dissin' on X, had to score me a bucket (Word to my dead, nigga)
Shh— got hit, they did nothin'
Fuck the Ruff, man, them lil' niggas ducking (Them niggas hit)
Got multiple scenes on that block, had 'em runnin
Keep takin' risks, and they keep gettin' tagged
Starting to get mad, why the fuck they not back?
Movin' too tact, nigga, pull down ya' mask
I bet Eli won't lack, almost shot in his ass
Wixk got scapped, boy, you a victim?
Caught Nazzy lil' dumbass, on bro, niggas kicked him
Nazzy got lucky, he ran, should've spliffed him
Woody had beam on his back, should've blicked him
Crazy part is, they both had they G's
And they ran with them shits, better flock when it's me
'Cause on bro, I'ma flock with no ski
If my life on the line, then it is what it be
F Block-K, smack 'em with the what? (Die Wvttz)
Aight, bet, everybody get down
KayDay face, stuck in the clouds
Oh wait, that's DaeDae, he fell on the ground (Stupid)
I'm a demon, you know they can't hang
Fuck Web, nigga, spin for your gang
Shit so real, had to purge in the rain
Catch Fatz and his bitch, then I'm parkin' that May' (Die Makk)
Let off 3, bitch, I'm ballin' like Sleepy
I'm feelin' like Jah, when I'm flickin', can't see me
Better duck, when I'm flickin', can't reach me
All black for the drill, tryna to put 'em on TV
Double hands on the pole, I'm tryna see 'em drop
Spin through the F, word to bro, you get flocked (F block, F block)
64 what? All of 'em shot
Nigga ran to that door, we would've got him flocked
I can't argue with Ruff, I done made that shit hot
Eli ducked, he should've got shot
Fuck DD, I still Notti Bop
With the F's and the 'Rips, tryna flock at a 'Wokk (OYK)
Don't pass me no Country, that nigga is box
Want a Wasca with Melly and E with the dot
Watch this, I'ma go make 'em duck
Look what happened to Fatboy, go pick that boy up
Push up on me, I bet you get shot
We them F Block demons, lookin' for the opps
How do they diss when I spin through they block?
I don't know why they diss, 'cause I done made it hot
Fatboy a dick, man, that dummy got shot
Eli, he should've been in a box (dummy)
I made most of 'em duck, once they heard all them shots
I was flockin' from mornin' and night for this block
Our F's, our F's, our F's
