Afro Drill

(LowkeyMali What’s The Word?)
[Intro]
Grah, grah
Our F’s, Our F’s
(Die Wvttz! Die Wvttz! Die Wvttz! Die Wvttz!)
F’s, F’s, F’s, F’s

[Verse: Mdot 59]
We was trooping 3 deep on the Ruff, I was bugging
Look in his eye, nigga thought I was bluffing (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 1, he ran on his mans
Baow 2, he looking like “Damn”
Baow 3, I told brodie to blam
Tried to walk that boy down, had to get out that jam
They dissing on X, had to score me a bucket (word to my dead nigga)
Shh got hit, they did nothing
Fuck the Ruff, man, them lil’ niggas ducking (them niggas hit)
Got multiple scenes on that block, had ’em running
Keep taking risks, and they keep getting tagged
Starting to get mad, why the fuck they not back? (why the fuck they not dead)
Moving too tact, nigga, put on ya mask
I bet Eli won’t lack — almost shot in his ass
Wixk got scapped, oh, you a victim?
Caught (?) 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 (like what like what)
’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
Dayday face, stuck in the clouds
Oh wait's that Dayday, 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 balling like Sleepy
I’m feeling like Ja 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 him on TV
Double hands on the pole, I'm tryna see him 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 RipKs, 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 him 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, looking 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 on 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 flocking from morning and night for this block
Our F's, Our F's, Our F's