Last Drill

[Intro: StanWill]
Nigga (Dog Shit Militia, I'm Kured)
I turned the UFO into a mother, ship yo—

[Verse 1: StanWill]
I turned the UFO into a mother, ship your baby mama in it
I suggest that you don't beef with us unless you tired of livin'
Somethin' wrong with doggy bank account, it ain't no commas in it
Bitch, I'm really in that water, I don't keep the rod for fishin'
I'm with Westt, but I'm from the East
At the BNB with fifty hoes, that's a hundred cheeks
I might trade the Rollie for a bust Philippe
How I keep that 50 by me, they think I don't fuck with Meech

[Verse 2: BigWestt]
Got your baby daddy makin' my plays, call me Coach Westt
All my exes hate me, make them bitches have a protest
You won't scam off with high prices, bitch, I'ma throw 'em less
Dropped down to his knees when he eat it like you for surely blessed
Forever shittin' on a nigga, I'm out with StanWill
You bitches be jumpin' on the 'net, real life, we standin' still
I'm keepin' a count of what they sayin', dodgin' a bad deal
You the type that got snatched the blick like this your last drill

[Verse 3: StanWill]
They think I beef with Spider-Man, I'm armed up like I'm Doctor Oc'
Bro done dropped a chocolate presi', you would think his watch Barack
If you tryna get in with Militia, then go pop an opp
Off the '42, the baddies tellin' me it's shot o'clock
TRX done woke the neighbors up, they in this bitch alarmed
All this chicken couped up at the spot, you'd think this bitch a farm
Shit, the way I'm runnin' to them racks, I might just get a charge
Get him whacked while I'm at Maggiano's eatin' chicken parm'

[Verse 4: BigWestt]
Ho, the same baddies' bitches lookin' for a chin check
Numbers got 'em matched the way you rap, bitch, you ain't big yet
Cat-rappin' niggas talkin' 'bout the shit they ain't did yet
Bareface bitch post on the 'Gram, let's get a skin check
Only time I'm dealin' with a chicken is when I'm fryin' bitches
Got the beef to go, but the chopper, it like to dine with bitches
Niggas be surprised to find a bitch, really don't mind no bitches
Way too many niggas on y'all couch, y'all need to find some bitches

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Brought my rocket in the sprinter, now this bitch a shuttle bus
When it's time to set that play, I tell Militia, "Huddle up"
Think my vision gettin' blurry, all I see is double cups
Every night I go to sleep, me and that money cuddled up (Racks)
Told me she ain't got a nigga, why the fuck she lie? (Why?)
Caught his ass in a Charger, how the fuck he die? (How?)
They say Stanley scared of heights, so how the fuck he fly?
All this water on me make the bitches wanna suck me dry

[Verse 6: BigWestt]
Every night, I'm cuddlin' with the blick, keepin' an eye open
We ain't had to touch his people 'nem, they still gon' die copin'
Nigga, get the fuck from off the porch, you leavin' 'em wide open
With the ShittyBoyz wipin' that ass, she tryna stand the slogan
Told me he ain't have no bitch, this nigga done lost his mind
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you want, you ain't even my starting five
Don't bitch forgot when we run down, maybe you crossed your side
[?] when we touch down, this shit like Rolling Tide