Drillings on Drillings

[Hook: Loose1]
Drillings on drillings
Everybody add that K
So how come no one ain't killing?
Everybody talk on the gang
Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings
Everyone beef my gang
So how the fuck we still winning?
How the fuck we still winning?

[Verse 1: Loose1]
10 side, that's us
Got things on things in the ride
See an opp, reverse on them and they dust
Big shank, grip that, no gloves
Jump out, civilians causin' up fuss
Man do my thing, don't talk like him
Make doctors stitch up them cuts
The opps just talk like sluts
Like too many times have I been round there
Big bro, they're moving all nuts
Or do my ting with the young G's
Man know R9 for stuff
Big back but the face ain't buff
All in all; she a five, like eurgh
Like eurgh, that's hashtag rough
Points on points, there's 'nuff
No one-on-one, fuck a scuff
Big ramz go tear through your skin
Couldn't give a fuck if you're tough
Straight violent and cocky
Don't slip when I got that stick
They thought it was fake, try take off his wig
Man screaming "Oh shit!"
Don't really do 10 toes, I'm unfit
But I'll still 10 bop on your strip
125 or dingered up whip
Jump out dip-dip-di-di-di-dip
Someone tell CS stop talkin' that shit
Both know that you ran like a bitch
And J1's a little snitch
Gwopz got bored and he dodged that dip
ST got whacked on an SB strip

[Hook: Loose1]
Drillings on drillings
Everybody add that K
So how come no one ain't killing?
Everybody talk on the gang
Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings
Everyone beef my gang
So how the fuck we still winning?
How the fuck we still winning?

[Verse 2: Digga D]
Drill on me, I'm like 'drill on who?'
I'm a trap nigga but a driller too
Worker came to the trap and dashed
Do him a pack of pebs, that's a Q on Q
I just came back from country
And my armpits smellin' all funky
I was up all night servin'
And bussin' jokes with the junkies
Money affi make, so I make that happen
I whip in the kitchen, then put it in pebs
This Samsung's ringing it's pattern
A lot of man chat 'bout banging on Dappz
But all now, nuttin' ain't happened
Like 10 man caught man lacking
If the tables turned then it would've been cracking
I've been on your block and banged off the dotts
Go on then, tell me I'm lying
Dumb niggas playing with their lives
This beef's all games 'til niggas start dying
I'll do man up and then hit the trap
Back to the whipping and dicing
Back to the Samsung ringing
Back to the pedal bike grinding
I took the largest L, just paid six racks
And the pack was cray
I was going kway on the train
You was in bed with bae
Do not get it twisted I love pooch
But money affi make
I always put money over bitches
Money affi make as soon as I wake

[Hook: Loose1]
Drillings on drillings
Everybody add that K
So how come no one ain't killing?
Everybody talk on the gang
Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings
Everyone beef my gang
So how the fuck we still winning?
How the fuck we still winning?