King Yella - Drill Time (Remix) lyrics

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King Yella - Drill Time (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: King Yella] Shout out Slim Jesus you know we rocking with you shorty All that gang sh** man, real gang sh** Squad sh** don't forget that squad sh** b**h Chiraq man, them n***as really do this sh** man, ain't no play play, n***a You gon' meet your day dumba** Drill time! [Verse 1: King Yella] It's drill time make a mil time Hustle hard stay on the grind Skeezy gang 'til a n***a die In the field shooting in the Chi Hit his top leave the fetty ah Fetty Wap I got a lot of guap I'm insane so f** the opps All my glizzy got hella mops Dread head look like a mop Thirty on him watch the soda pop Then shoot 'til the soda pop With hella drop count a million knots Bankroll I'm fresh n***a King Yella I'm next n***a Cloud me up I'm the best n***a Your favorite rapper is a f** n***a Preparation helped me make a force In the field never play no sports Bad b**h a** like a horse k** the beat I don't need a chorus Number one f** who is fourth Been gang banging since a little dwarf South side shout out to the north Free Splash he a f**ing bug Soft n***as really need a hug Bullets in you like a f**in' drug Dedicated to getting cake Everyday b**h a holiday Hippogriff living in the lake k** a n***a then skipping states Rolling hard no f**ing skates Gorilla n***a I'm a f**ing ape [Break] Let's get it Let's get, let's get it Squad k**a! Let's get it [Verse 2: k**a Kellz] It's JoJo world where we get it busting b**h we get it jumping like a kangaroo I draw n***a and I paint them too Around hella k**ers but they hella cool No hesitation we'll get to spraying Leave a n***a shaking like a bopper do Televise him and put him on the news I'll wet a n***a like he in the pool Team No Lacking I never snooze I stay packing like I'm about to move Insane we breaking hella rules But we checking bags like we work for j**ellers We big balling y'all little balling Y'alls still shooting don't play cool Racked up like I play pool, better yet like I play tennis You start war, we go finish it Got hella guns with hella drums f** 30's no more extenders Chiraq where n***as die at Where n***as get popped n***as we rocked And make b**h n***as go bye bye Young n***as they tote guns and they'll never ever hesitate You old enough to play with a gun I'll k** his a** before he graduate n***a loose lips get sewed up n***as act tough 'til that mac bust Make a stand up n***a fold up An opp n***a better not ever lack That red dot will pop a n***a top and leave a n***a dead laying on his back [Verse 3: P. Rico] Pull up to the cemetery cause that's where all the opps at Ride around with a bad b**h smoking opp pack and she want to match Take a n***a with no gun he a straight lick I need that These hands grip big knots Thirty pop make my hand hot Squeeze a thirty in his dreadlocks His head look like a wet mop Never fear another man cause another man bleed like me too n***as come riding down my block they don't even know how to shoot Whole time I'm speaking fast cause n***as hoes that's true Whole time y'all some broke n***as, whole time mama just pray for y'all All my n***as outside playing crazy catching bodies we gon' get involved My little n***as they outside they be shooting sh** just to prove a point And I got older n***as outside toting thirties just got out the joint All this cash on me, shorty a** on me but a n***a still on point If a n***a run up on me I'mma shoot his a** like a f**ing three point [Verse 4: Slim Jesus] You can't hang with me if you on goofy sh** Let an opp stain me, I can't do that sh** Got a red dot with a ruler clip That's 30 shots at your medula b**h I be flexing hard got big bands f**ed your b**h prolly why you mad Double cupping like a kick stand Smoking loud pack I don't f** with xans f** boy twitter flexing let him ball out Pull up on him 30 clip let 'em all out If you ain't with you gang then you a stain to us Extended clips extra ammo you can't bang with us So many haters on my dick I got to tote two straps Blew up the internet put my city on the map And I'm still posted up with my little homies in the f**ing trap Bad b**h roll up my weed and you goofy if you think all I do is rap [Outro: Slim Jesus] Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it