King Of Drill

[Intro]
(TrapHouseMob)
(Grr, baow)
(Pop, pop, pop)
We gon’ tell all these fuck niggas
We want all that, we don’t fear no man (Rrah)
Don’t stop ‘till that glizzy jam

How you like, now your mans on a T-Shirt
[?], so I’m finna bleach it
Hoodie on flock, and you call me the reaper
(Hoodie on flock, and you call me the reaper)

[Verse 1]
We got guns and the clips, like it’s military
Fuck the opps, put their face on a pictionary
Push ‘em down, leave ‘em dead, and it’s cemetery
Givin’ love when I’m only in February
Pull up, we flockin’, no problems
Them bodies start droppin’
Them niggas -?
Remember i came up from nothin’
When my niggas tweakin’
You know that we play for keeps
It’s one in the head, niggas totin’
My blicky start squeezin’
We leavin’ a murder scene
Pull up, KB, he gon’ let it rain
Put some shots to your brain, how your body lean
Play, I’m on top, [?] in a toaster
Stupid got hit, in his back and his shoulder
Boolin’ in queen, with the -?, and we’re poled up
You ain’t gon drill, you lil niggas holsters

[Verse 2]
Put a mask on my face, and I’m on a mission
Can niggas get hit, then they end up snitchin’
Now that boy on a shirt, and you playin’ victim
Now he thank for the god, that he really livin’
Know some haters, so now everybody fell
Got shots to his brain, watch his -?
Fuck them niggas that dissin’
I spot ‘em, i got ‘em
Them bullets gon’ drop ‘em
I’m with 6-0, He gon’ lift ‘em
Gang for nothing, got shots [?]
Keep that boy body, like we playin’ puzzle
Shawty a baba, I’m not for a cuddle

[Verse 3]
If he droppin’ the rakes, i can’t wait to meet
Miss days when i had all these enemies
When y’all see me, just whole lotta energy
Brodie get out the whip, watch the .40 squeeze
And i fought for the opps, i would never be
Free the bros, -? and felonies
Blixky gang, we gon’ flash, why they mad at us?
Just look at your score, we fought amateurs
Brodie told me “Keep rappin’”, no letting up
Lost a soldier, the Blixky gon’ wet ‘em up
Back to back, we gon’ flock when we spinnin’
Then run, and your body be twitchin’
I ain’t cap, all my niggas be sinnin’
Free Gotti and Coka, the twirlers
Free Quavo, you know that’s a demon
Get up on a -?, and leave him

[Outro]
Now they got me back up on that greedy shit
You know it’s stain gang, I’m like “Gimme this”
Only metal jackets, and this .30 clip
-? i was murderin’
If you say, that you got it, i got it too
Man, i gotta spit fast when i'm in the booth
When the fans see me spinnin’, they know it’s true
Gettin’ money, now i drill out of foreign coupes