Deadly

[Verse 1: Say Drilly]
Dummy gang, tryna sign us a check
Noah got stomped, like, nigga, who next? (Like, what?)
Drilly gang, but I pull up with Jets
Yellow got shot (24 is the G.O.A.T.), bullets ripped through his chest
And I heard Jacob died with a vest
Man, his Loccs hurt when he switched on the set
And I heard Jacob died with a vest
Man, his Loccs hurt when he switch on a set (Like, what?)
And I don't understand, speak facts
Jay tried to run, got shots to his back (JayRip)
Bobby ran, got turned to a pack, like
Who gon' spin? Like, come get back (Like, what?)
Catch a Flocka and get put on some shirts
Been a way, we gon' shoot up the hearse
Tell my bitch, ''Put the gun in her purse''
Niggas don't live what they rap in they verse
Brodie geekin', he ready to blitz (Like, what?)
Thunder Bklu ran, got caught, got tripped (Gang, gang)
Milly Wop got a beat with a stick and he still didn't get back (Grrah)
He just post all of the shit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
So you know they don't live what they rap
Drilly gang, yeah, we known for them packs

[Bridge: Say Drilly & Lee Drilly]
X, Rippy, Noah, UE
Who is that? X?
X
That's Rite? No that's—
Rite
Who th— Blay, that gotta be
Blay
Oh my god, that's Zully? no that—
JB
Ohhh

[Verse 2: Say Drilly]
Tell 'em free Nas, he soon be back
And we smokin' on Blay, that boy got whacked (Free Nas)
Get low, move tactic, Guey hop out, he gon' shoot through the jacket (Trendy)
Write an Os on the book, need a packet
Smelly got poked, got put in a casket (OYK)
And I heard Mali ran, he a faggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (ReyWayK)
And I heard Mali ran, he a faggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (Like, what?)
And I keep me a new chop for the old opps
'Cause they still on dick (Like, what?)
But I keep me a old chop for the new opps
'Cause they still ain't do shit (At all)
Tell 'em niggas, "Get back," 'cause it's lit
Tell 'em, "Get back," 'cause we smokin' JayRip, like
Tell 'em niggas, "Get back," 'cause it's lit
Tell 'em, "Get back" 'cause we smokin' JayRip, like

[Verse 3: E-Wuu]
Shoot first, got the chop on my hand 'cause the crew hurt
Smokin' dead through the Sev', got his tooth hurt
If he's dead or alive, gotta reverse
Movin' wocky, I'ma pack you
Hollow tips sprayin', fuckin' up his tattoo
Don't care who you with, you get packed too
Didn't even chase 'em, runnin' out his damn shoes
These bitch niggas DrillyK? (Like, what?)
Couple shots, make 'em levitate
Don't talk 'bout the other day
Froze the person and didn't even let it spray
And bitch, we don't hesitate
Back out chops, on bro, we gon' play today
Let off one, watch 'em run a race
Bro two demons got up wit' 'em anyway
How you smokin' on Stylez? You just came outside (Like, how?)
Smokin' JayRipK, he got put in the sky (Sky)
Shots to his chest and a nigga went bye
These niggas cap, all they rap is straight lies

[Verse 4: Nesty Floxks]
Smoke-smokin' on Tank, now I'm smokin' on 13 (He dead)
Lil' nigga didn't make it to 14 (Stupid)
Spin through the Hill and I call Lil Reem (Like, what?)
Third clip, but it came with a beam (At all)
I take one for the guys and the team (Like. look)
She a bitch, but it's not what it seems (Like, what?)
I'm smokin' on Caine, while I'm lookin' for Keem (Keem, Keem, Keem)
She a baba, I'm all in her jeans, look (Like)
See Pj, get hit with a hollow (Grrah, boom)
Hop out with Lee, I'ma follow (Baow)
Big die Sev', yeah, I stay with a Vato (Grrah, grrah)
Free Jah, free Tako, big die Ls, I'm spinnin' with hollows (At all)
Free Jah, free Tako, big die Ls, I'm spinnin' with hollows
From the 8th to the gates, go way back (What?)
Don't spin my block, that V get flipped (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Two shots gon' fuck up his fitted cap (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Most of these niggas ain't gettin' back

[Verse 5: Lee Drilly]
Oh, you mention my name? (What?)
So that means you don't care 'bout life, 'cause you know how it get (He dead)
I don't know you so get off my dick, playin' Charlie, Charlie, slidin' through the Mitch
Now we kickin' the door (Door)
(Ayy, X), get yo' mans off the floor, 'fore you talk you better check the score (Score)
Because we need it all
I'ma click 'til its gone, know that feelin' when he hit the floor (Floor)
Bitches like, ''Why I can't get near you?''
You a thot, let me and LA share you
LA got a chop so, like, why would I fear you? (LA)
Test my gangster, play it, like, I dare you (Boom, boom)
I just call my young boy, gon' clear you (Juju)
Pull that trigger, nigga probably scared to (Baow)
And you tough with a gun, I hear you
Until you on the other side of that barrel (What? He dead)
I ain't trip when they said what they said (Baow)
Mention Rah, so they basically dead (Be dead)
Mask on, they ain't see the dreads, do a hit off a bike, my shooter on the 'pegs (Boom, boom, boom)
I be gettin' ate up on a reg', but if she wanna fuck, then she gotta beg
Flock-Flocka, got that niggas head
Teach me how to Dougie, 'cause I got a leg
I don't fuck with nobody, who you gon' get next to?
I will never let 'em know my next move (At all)
And we spinnin' in 30s, can't fuck with no rentals (What? Baow)
Drag attention, knock (Baow) him off his rental (Baow, baow)
Don't slide on a bike, you know that ain't the best move (Best)
'Cause Smelly got poked every pedal
And I still go to the café for a number 13, but that's just the JayRip special (JayRip)
Nigga said he was 15, chased the whole block (What?)
With a motherfuckin' BB gun (Baow, baow)
But I was like 13, in Oval
And we almost PD some' (Dead some')
Ayo, Liki, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Liki)
Still free Mr. Hawk-Em-Down
Tell 'em TP, 'cause I ain't tryna talk it out (He dead)
Shoot a opp, make 'em walk it out
Catch a DV, where these bitches get tossed around, he was king 'til he lost his crown
Catch a Fiji, we gon' call him a dolphin now, bullets shakin' his thoughts around
Catch a PD, once I see that he on the ground, know the vibes, I'ma walk 'em down
She gon' eat me (What?), I got beef with her father now 'cause I'm dickin' his daughter down
And we spinnin', know we make a mess (Baow)
Back out chop on a opp, puttin' 8 to the test (Grrah, grrah)
Back the 40s if they disrespect (Grrah, boom)
Said shit that they dropped, will put 'em to rest (Rest)
You're supposed to be Klay and I'm Steph
Rite went right, but Blay went left
Tote for fun, I ain't from the BX (R.I.P. Ray)
But yes we still smokin' on X

[Outro: Lee Drilly]
Yes, yes
And we smokin' on, and we smokin' on X, you heard?