Drillary

[Intro]
Zenith
I love Chris Rich

[Verse 1]
Back like I never
It's peak like the Everest
'Cause I don't ever rest
'Bout to make hella cheques
Pussy forever wet
Me and my bitches forever flex
Over you I will never fret
Cheese and butter in my baguette
Me a boss gyal, been bad
Bin bag, yeah, she been mad
Street cred, I been had
Leave them bitches in a bin bag
Leave them bitches in the garbage
Vote for triller I'm the hardest
It's about to be a carnage
Everybody is a target
Man I pull strings, no guitarist
I put a bitch down like some carpet
I got bad bitches out in Cardiff
Pit bulls, no harness
I'm heartless, regardless
'Bout to make a mill, I feel my palms itch
Set up shop like the market
Bad artist, flow retarded (Trilly)
Flow slaps, no cap
I'm a hood gyal, flip the whole pack
On the iPhone, pro Macs
Wear the cold cat, tell 'em hold that
Tell 'em hold this
Then it's right back to showbiz
I'm the coldest and they know this
Yo sis, it's the landlord, here's your notice

[Chorus]
I know she don't like me
Cah my wrist stay icy (Bling)
And my whips them pricey
You ain't seen nothing like me
Dem gyala any gyal me a wifey (Trillary)
Sweet and spicy
Talk to me nicely
I ain't one of them Instagram lighties
It can get it cracking like a pikey
You ain't nothing like me
Tell a gyal try me
Fear nobody but the Almighty
My niggas run up and get shiesty (Skrrt skrrt)
I know she don't like me
But they rating me highly
I stand with my angels beside me
Tell her try me

[Verse 2]
You ain't gotta like me
I'm all about my p's
Born in the nineties
Sweeter than lychees
You could never match me (Never dat)
Even in my nightie
I'm sick of these rap chicks
They don't excite me
Let me break it down for you, you're tiny
Me, I'm a pine tree
Bro got the western
But I ain't highly
I'm whipping at high speeds (Skrrt skrrt)
Plotting the scheme and I might be
It's about to get grimey
What's good, Miley?
Slime season its slimey
Everyting, everyting shiney
He wanna eat the vaginey
He gotta ask me politely
I got the water he drown in it
I'm sweeter than ice tea
Ah one of dem gyal der
They could never be like me

[Chorus]
I know she don't like me
Cah my wrist stay icy (Bling)
And my whips them pricey
You ain't seen nothing like me
Dem gyala any gyal me a wifey
Sweet and spicy
Talk to me nicely
I ain't one of them Instagram lighties
It can get it cracking like a pikey

[Outro]
Zenith
I love Chris Rich