作词 : Jada Amaurie Smith/DelQuistro Wilson/David Eyo/Antoine Malone 作曲 : Jada Amaurie Smith/DelQuistro Wilson/David Eyo/Antoine Malone Okay This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy (Ant, man, you so hard) These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna (Jayco, on bro, on foenem grave) She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh Thirty on your head, your kid gon' sit and watch it blow Red light, green light, go Don't care if it's red, I'm still gon' go, huh Drill shit be cap, layin' in my bed, I'm makin' rap **** it, I'm still gon' spit this drill This might be fire, but I ain't gon' kill Uh, this drill rap gettin' easy Take your bitch and make her easy All these rap niggas be corny Can't get me wet, can't make me horny She steady talkin' reckless Take out her throat and now she breathless And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh Thirty on your head, call BabyDrill, he take your head, uh Try me if you crazy, you ain't up the score, so you ain't phase me Got away, I know she glad Don't let me catch her or that's her ass, haha This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna She steady talkin', I said, she, huh? These rap niggas, huh? Huh? This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh I'm as rich and slimy as it get, I'll still wipe some noses (Slatt, slatt) Niggas bitches, actin' like they 'bout that, tryna get exposed Fell in love with this new G-lock, I put blood all on my pole (G-lock) Niggas actin' like they see us, niggas know it's time to score, redrum Nigga, I mean murder, walk down with that blick and hurt 'em (Baow, baow, baow) I don't send shit straight to doctors and I don't send shit straight to hearses Huh, Young Crew do a lot, caught for a G-lock, I'm just glad he ain't snatchin' purses Uh, take down, take down, take down (BabyDrill) I told PLUTO, "You ain't even gotta spin, just turn buddy in" (Shh) I put a box on the Glock, when I saw him, I gave him a high-five, nigga, we ain't friends Dap him up, I don't feel no kind of anger, I'll talk long as they dead (Shh) 'Bout to put a switch on a G-lock, 'fore you caught an opp, had to shave down the ****in' pin and that's on God Nigga, I ain't gotta spin no more, not 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, up under my belt I can pay a young nigga hop out here and step I ain't gotta talk shit, I'm a real-deal rapper This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh
[00:00.000] 作词 : Jada Amaurie Smith/DelQuistro Wilson/David Eyo/Antoine Malone [00:01.000] 作曲 : Jada Amaurie Smith/DelQuistro Wilson/David Eyo/Antoine Malone [00:03.601]Okay [00:05.860]This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy (Ant, man, you so hard) [00:08.380]These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna (Jayco, on bro, on foenem grave) [00:11.175]She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace [00:13.936]And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh [00:16.996]Thirty on your head, your kid gon' sit and watch it blow [00:19.761]Red light, green light, go [00:21.545]Don't care if it's red, I'm still gon' go, huh [00:23.100]Drill shit be cap, layin' in my bed, I'm makin' rap [00:25.862]**** it, I'm still gon' spit this drill [00:27.365]This might be fire, but I ain't gon' kill [00:28.871]Uh, this drill rap gettin' easy [00:30.373]Take your bitch and make her easy [00:31.890]All these rap niggas be corny [00:33.410]Can't get me wet, can't make me horny [00:34.915]She steady talkin' reckless [00:36.429]Take out her throat and now she breathless [00:37.930]And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh [00:40.683]Thirty on your head, call BabyDrill, he take your head, uh [00:43.701]Try me if you crazy, you ain't up the score, so you ain't phase me [00:46.968]Got away, I know she glad [00:48.221]Don't let me catch her or that's her ass, haha [00:49.973]This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy [00:55.483]These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna [00:58.493]She steady talkin', I said, she, huh? [01:00.810]These rap niggas, huh? Huh? [01:04.579]This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy [01:07.585]These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna [01:10.588]She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace [01:13.342]And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh [01:16.602]I'm as rich and slimy as it get, I'll still wipe some noses (Slatt, slatt) [01:19.111]Niggas bitches, actin' like they 'bout that, tryna get exposed [01:22.130]Fell in love with this new G-lock, I put blood all on my pole (G-lock) [01:25.135]Niggas actin' like they see us, niggas know it's time to score, redrum [01:28.650]Nigga, I mean murder, walk down with that blick and hurt 'em (Baow, baow, baow) [01:31.405]I don't send shit straight to doctors and I don't send shit straight to hearses [01:33.910]Huh, Young Crew do a lot, caught for a G-lock, I'm just glad he ain't snatchin' purses [01:38.227]Uh, take down, take down, take down (BabyDrill) [01:40.463]I told PLUTO, "You ain't even gotta spin, just turn buddy in" (Shh) [01:43.236]I put a box on the Glock, when I saw him, I gave him a high-five, nigga, we ain't friends [01:45.993]Dap him up, I don't feel no kind of anger, I'll talk long as they dead (Shh) [01:48.755]'Bout to put a switch on a G-lock, 'fore you caught an opp, had to shave down the ****in' pin and that's on God [01:52.261]Nigga, I ain't gotta spin no more, not 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, up under my belt [01:55.020]I can pay a young nigga hop out here and step [01:56.576]I ain't gotta talk shit, I'm a real-deal rapper [01:58.093]This drill rap gettin' easy, layin' you down like OMB Peezy [02:00.853]These rap niggas be corny, fry your hair like some bologna [02:03.867]She steady talkin' reckless, finna turn her to a necklace [02:06.872]And I never shot a soul, but, shit, I'm still gon' up this pole, uh
