Drillary 2

Freestyle but the style ain't free
No no drill girl can style on me
My My flow gutter and mean
That’s why he cuffing the Queen

Everyone a queen till a queen come through
Look at you look at you
Run a gal down in my high heels shoes
I get bread them gal they change loose
Fuck any average dude
Bare fake views pon YouTube
Dem gal cap
I am the truth
Fall back little idiot yute
Badder than who?
Not me
Wifey them gal taxi
Front line them gal back street
Murder she wrote
My gal maxi
Foot foot pon gas they can never stop mе
When they touch street in a top leaguе
No gal can come box me
Make your mother go and do a autopsy
Watch me got brown no foxy
My east ting speak cockney
Hot gal can’t put me in the hot seat
All i do is win
I don’t ever compete
Everything fleek
Everything sweet
Cum like he hit the lottery
Hood gal know how to shop keep
Gal chat shit
Block and delete
Oil and grease
Rise a machine
Ting don’t jam like butter and cream
No gun lean
My flow gutter and mean
Dats why he cuffing the queen
Puffing the green
Come and collect your man
I said come and collect your man
Are ya mad?
Me no want him
Me want funds
Me done talking

Big money cheques when me walk in
Is that not free parking?
Huh
If a nigga want my time better know that I’m charging
Pitbull starving
Warning Trillary bad from morning
Witness dead it
Carne him
Ain’t no spice but I scorn him

Freestyle but the style ain't free
No no drill girl can style on me
No rap chick can’t style on me
No stripper ho can't ride on me
Ya mad
You better write your death wish
Bad gal well invested
Hes interested
In the bestest
See me with the ones I break bread with
If I see red flags then I exit
If he don’t get bans then I exit (bye)
Huh
Not enough room for these chicks
Now it’s coming like bedsit
Them thema watch me like Netflix
Hearsay your Bredrin begs it
Them them gals ain’t from the ends
Trill been bad, man, roll with the skengs
I’m sweet and smokey
Get high but I keep it low key
Gal get wrapped like roti
Got more bars than stoke heath
I ball hard like kobe
Brody top boy, no modie
Dem washed up chicks got no ps
That’s because they think that they know me
Try know me a walkin trophy
Cosy hot like nirobi (trillary)
Fly ima keep it bossey
Give a fuck bout your bus down rollie (rollie)
Real hot gal pon drill
Sauce on spill
Flow pon chill
I’m so trill
Dressed to kill
Kill a rap bitch with style and skill

Freestyle but the style ain't free
No no drill girl can style on me