"IT'S A DRILL" lyrics
I put money over these thot hoes, ain't shit gon' change
I got hoes repping my shit, I got bitches screaming my name
Repping three words, three Fs, three letters, that's T-F-
-G, bitch, we deep, bitch, and we send shots if you sneak diss
But we been hot since the Y, Holmes, niggas shooting with their eyes closed
But they talking 'bout this drilling shit, never heard about them killing shit
Midnite, go follow folks on Twitter at "ImDrillinShit"
And I'm at "InMollyWorld," so follow me if you feeling this
Larry Mac my bro, bitch, I ain't got to talk 'cause he know this
Roll a thoinks, then smoke this, pull a .30 when I tote this
No remorse when I show this, when I show this, I'ma blow this
I got hoodies all in my .40 and I got hollows in my four-fifth
R-I-P Lil Eddie, come through in that Chevy
And I got the pipe and I'm 'bout to strike 'cause I'm 'bout this life, I been ready, so
Free my nigga Lil Heavy, ho, and lil' Cannon Montana
You fuck nigga, I started this, I got niggas rocking bandanas
Bitch, I'm rocking bandanas, thought that I was Santana
Popping pills, I'm high, try to reach me with an antenna
But you can't, bitch, 'cause I'm that high
Ralph Lauren rugby, I'm that fly
Fuck a plane, I'm Jet fly
Got a bad bitch with a sex drive
Got Gunns on Moe guns, guns on more guns
Love this life, it is so fun, but I'll take yours if you don't run
Lemon squeeze on this .45 and I'm so high like, "Oh my"
I got two watches, two rings and two chains, that's "No lie"
Bitch, it's a drill, volunteer to get killed
Got to keep that on you, in these streets, this shit real
Bitch, it's cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7-4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
Bitch, it's a drill, volunteer to get killed
Got to keep that on you, in these streets, this shit real
Bitch, it's cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7-4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
You send shots, I send more back, you send two, I send four back
You get the picture like Kodak, I keep it on me, you know that
My eyes, they change, and my name, it ding
And, um, fuck nigga, it ring bells, so you fuck with me, I bring Hell
To your hood, your block, have your block looking like No Block
Extended-clips, we got more shots, this money just bought me more opps
My block live, stovetop; police thot, got four cars
Niggas deep, got more slots; got hella fiends, so it's more rocks
We got indicted hella fast, lil' Biggie check hella bags
Said we got indicted hella fast, lil' Toney check hella bags
I'm a lil' nigga that got lil' niggas
Big guns, got lil' triggers
Bitch, run, 'cause I will hit ya
Got hella choppas, they will split ya, fuck? (Bitch)
All my niggas packing
7-4, we stacking, got too many opps to be lacking
In this field, it's cracking
You better not get caught in this traffic
It'll be curtains for niggas 'cause I'm lurking for niggas
Bitch, it's a drill, volunteer to get killed
Got to keep that on you, in these streets, this shit real
Bitch, it's cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7-4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
Bitch, it's a drill, volunteer to get killed
Got to keep that on you, in these streets, this shit real
Bitch, it's cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7-4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
Man, I swear a lot of niggas not gon' like this shit
A lot of Howard niggas, a lot of Coward niggas
I'm die Ls for Alex, I'm Ls up for L Dubb
I'm in the field for real, nigga, I'm in traffic with it on me, that's on my homie, fuck you mean?
I'm tired of these opp-ass thots, I call 'em "opp thots," man
Bruh said, "Opp thot turn a shot thot into a coffin"
Ebony, it's TFG, man (The Fucking Guys)
Ha, Young Pappy, I got it on me
I got hoes repping my shit, I got bitches screaming my name
Repping three words, three Fs, three letters, that's T-F-
-G, bitch, we deep, bitch, and we send shots if you sneak diss
But we been hot since the Y, Holmes, niggas shooting with their eyes closed
But they talking 'bout this drilling shit, never heard about them killing shit
Midnite, go follow folks on Twitter at "ImDrillinShit"
And I'm at "InMollyWorld," so follow me if you feeling this
Larry Mac my bro, bitch, I ain't got to talk 'cause he know this
Roll a thoinks, then smoke this, pull a .30 when I tote this
No remorse when I show this, when I show this, I'ma blow this
I got hoodies all in my .40 and I got hollows in my four-fifth
R-I-P Lil Eddie, come through in that Chevy
And I got the pipe and I'm 'bout to strike 'cause I'm 'bout this life, I been ready, so
Free my nigga Lil Heavy, ho, and lil' Cannon Montana
You fuck nigga, I started this, I got niggas rocking bandanas
Bitch, I'm rocking bandanas, thought that I was Santana
Popping pills, I'm high, try to reach me with an antenna
But you can't, bitch, 'cause I'm that high
Ralph Lauren rugby, I'm that fly
Fuck a plane, I'm Jet fly
Got a bad bitch with a sex drive
Got Gunns on Moe guns, guns on more guns
Love this life, it is so fun, but I'll take yours if you don't run
Lemon squeeze on this .45 and I'm so high like, "Oh my"
I got two watches, two rings and two chains, that's "No lie"
Bitch, it's a drill, volunteer to get killed
Got to keep that on you, in these streets, this shit real
Bitch, it's cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7-4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
Bitch, it's a drill, volunteer to get killed
Got to keep that on you, in these streets, this shit real
Bitch, it's cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7-4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
You send shots, I send more back, you send two, I send four back
You get the picture like Kodak, I keep it on me, you know that
My eyes, they change, and my name, it ding
And, um, fuck nigga, it ring bells, so you fuck with me, I bring Hell
To your hood, your block, have your block looking like No Block
Extended-clips, we got more shots, this money just bought me more opps
My block live, stovetop; police thot, got four cars
Niggas deep, got more slots; got hella fiends, so it's more rocks
We got indicted hella fast, lil' Biggie check hella bags
Said we got indicted hella fast, lil' Toney check hella bags
I'm a lil' nigga that got lil' niggas
Big guns, got lil' triggers
Bitch, run, 'cause I will hit ya
Got hella choppas, they will split ya, fuck? (Bitch)
All my niggas packing
7-4, we stacking, got too many opps to be lacking
In this field, it's cracking
You better not get caught in this traffic
It'll be curtains for niggas 'cause I'm lurking for niggas
Bitch, it's a drill, volunteer to get killed
Got to keep that on you, in these streets, this shit real
Bitch, it's cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7-4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
Bitch, it's a drill, volunteer to get killed
Got to keep that on you, in these streets, this shit real
Bitch, it's cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7-4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
Man, I swear a lot of niggas not gon' like this shit
A lot of Howard niggas, a lot of Coward niggas
I'm die Ls for Alex, I'm Ls up for L Dubb
I'm in the field for real, nigga, I'm in traffic with it on me, that's on my homie, fuck you mean?
I'm tired of these opp-ass thots, I call 'em "opp thots," man
Bruh said, "Opp thot turn a shot thot into a coffin"
Ebony, it's TFG, man (The Fucking Guys)
Ha, Young Pappy, I got it on me
