Shai Doee The Chemist - Drill Time (Remix) lyrics

Drill Time (remix) I f** with real n***as You shady I can't chill with ya Tee tee what's my vill n***a Outsiders we don't deal with em Yall don't get this sh** I'll never quit this sh** I live this sh** I don't just spit this sh** I'm different I'm splitting splifs It's lit just like a cigarette Balls mine, I intercept f** n***as speaking all that indirect Getting tough behind them keys Behind that screen on the Internet It's crunch time it's lunch time That din din, and the brunch time No shade I throw sunshine Y'all n***as don't get that punch line I go hard on the track-ny-e, All facts ny-e You n***as whack ny-e Y'all lack ny-e Don't rap like me don't trap like me Cop a sack like me a** ny-e Pa**ed gas ny-e, speeding in the Mazda fast ny-e Understand my lingo I get bored and drop a single I feel this sh** in my soul, and my toes tingle Bad liquor habit I can't shake it I can't shimmy I want this sh** imma take it imma steal it I'm like gimmie Extendo, and I ain't talking bout no reefer I quit that sh**, but deri she's a big chiefer I don't trust a soul, I can't let you n***as in Terry gang cut nation imma tell y'all again You f** with my cousins, it's nothing I'm coming We bussing, no fussing You can catch an concussion These n***as f**ing hore-he He don't come before me I phone restore me Oh my gosh oh Lordy I'm tired of n***as rapping always about the same sh** They ain't never switched up, but they ain't with the same click Name switch, dawg I swear that's some lame sh** Dropping these weak a** tracks talking all that gang sh** You don't love these streets my n***a you'd a mommas Why oh lying you ain't toating no llama boy Ain't bout that drama boy, up no bands no commas boy I can change yo life, but sh** I ain't Obama boy All y'all talk about is f**ing hoes when y'all cuffing hoes Trusting those, what the f** y'all slip up and bust in hoes Hold up let me get on you b**hes too Y'all do the same thing that these f**ing n***as do Boosting and lying and acting all booshie Like you don't be up in the trap too Smoking f**ing Lucy's Acting high sadity y'all be giving up the coochie How the guck you getting it b**h you be mooching Real rap I never lied on a track I blew 10 bands just to make it right back That's a fact, honestly it ain't sh** to get you whacked My n***as do it for the free so please don't lack I'm all that I make bangers for the f** of it And if you hating you can simply go s** a dick s**a b**h Why you always on some Otha sh** I do this sh** for fun but I f**ing love this sh** When I'm sober I'm colder Always peeing over my shoulder The last b**h that tried me I had to f**ing fold her I didn't know her, if she bout it imma show her Yang yang yang yang