Drid

[Intro]
If y'all wanna shoot a-, movie viral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti, my son is everywhere
Yo YP, what the fuck?
(Like, everybody shot)
Yo call Jay, call Jay
(Like, everything dead, like)
(Suck my—) Grrah
Like (Glah glah, boom bitch)
Everybody shot

[Verse 1: Tata]
He tried to run and he tripped he a dummy, ya' homie got shot and took it on a bunny (Like)
Niggas be internet demons, I catch, I'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach (Grrah grrah, boom)
Ain't no leg shots, I hit medullas
Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler (Grrt, bow)
Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar (Grrah grrah)
Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my ruler, bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)
Don't run, don't trip, everything deady nigga, suck a dick (Bitch)
Niggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care, cause my niggas alive but ya' man's in a spliff (Damn)
Brodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped (Grrah)
Thought it was sweet, I put signs in the flicks (Grrah grrah, boom)
Thinkin' he tough, on bro he a bitch (Damn)
Movin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the head
Ayo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads
When I hopped out the V, they all fled
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Dead (Everybody shot)
Like, I'm really slime for real (Everything dead)
Yeah, you could die for real, bitch
On bro, niggas never do nun', play wit' my niggas we sliding for real (Grrah grrah, boom)
They call me Bardi, I'm in Carti, wit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi (Damn)
And I'm with Carter nigga, it's a party, took ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry
She tell me she love me, I said, "are you serious?"
Like Jenn said, "You get shot if you curious" (Bitch)
Oh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like, don't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
I'm fast, feeling ridiculous
How you 41K? Like woah
You not a 'ooter, bitch you did not drill with us
Don-don't run bitch, dump that pole (Grrah grrah grrah)
What? Big za, roll, don't float (Like what? like what?)
Like-like what? Put the dick in her throat (Grrah grrah grrah)
She a-she a baddie, she clutchin' the chrome (Grrah)
He-he try to run, put a shot to the dome (Gang gang gang)
She a thot, gun in her butt (Glah)
Dead off the Migos she fiendin' to rump
Dotti got smoked, he got put in a blunt
And free all my brothers, ain't see them for months (Grrah grrah grrah)
I'm a G bitch, I swear that I'm clutch (Grrah)
What? Who that? New opp in the blunt (Grrah grrah, boom)
Spot em', we got em, we turn em' to runtz
What? Run down, he get turned into dust
Like-like what? Clap that shit
I'm on that block, don't run don't trip, like what?
Shots way too clutch, can't miss
I got a knock, put the beam on his bitch, what?
Ass fat, shit got a bounce
I'm wearing shit that I cannot pronounce
Like, she a thot, she be breakin' it down
Run down, put the beam on his crown

[Verse 3: Dee Billz]
Don-don't run, don't trip, like, got the knock on my hip
If he run up then I'm flockin' this shit, like, pop it, lock it, drop in this bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)
I'm from Chester, know guap is essential (Like what?)
And my ooter, I send em' to send you (Grrah grrah grrah)
He run up, get erased wit' this pencil (Damn)
And it's still free the guys out the pen too (Gang gang gang)
How you see me and I ain't see you? (Like what? like what?)
Way nigga asked, boy you shoulda threw (Nigga you butt)
That was me, I woulda' sent a few
Like, Ball like Hamidou (Gang gang)
Bro might up it, he clearin' the party (On bro)
And she mean but you know she a barbie (Gang gang)
I might hit it then dip, girl I'm sorry (Like what? like what?)
I might park her, not talkin' Jabari (Like what? like damn)
Knocker heavy, she feelin' the steel (Grrah grrah)
Bro a zombie, he dead off the pills (Grrah grrah, boom)
Toss the heat, I might give 'em the chills
She recordin', I tell her to chill (Grrah grrah, boom)
I'm like Brady, throwin' in the field (Damn)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the back (Damn, damn)
And his dad is up in this pack (Grrah grrah grrah)
Know my body, I could never lack (Grrah grrah, boom)
And her body-ody throw it back, like, shorty be the strap (Bitch)
Ootin' through the coat, shorty up it through the fuckin' mack
Nigga move on, spin through, bend through in a U-haul, like
Glocky-ocky too strong, like
Hit it wit' my shoes on, like

[Outro]
Grrah grrah grrah, like
Everything dead, bitch
41 shots to the head, bitch
Damn, 41 shots to the head
Like what, like graah
Graah, graah, graah-graah-graah
Like, everybody shot, everything dead
Damn, 41, 41-41