Not a Drill Rapper

[Intro: OnPointLikeOP]
(Mom, Money Every's making beats again)
Look, bitch, don't get it confused (Nah)
I don't care if you Crip or Blood (What?), jackin' the Woo (You know)
Play tough, disrespect, then you eat through a tube (Pussy)
You know how I rock (Huh?), they know how I move (Bah)

[Chorus: OnPointLikeOP]
I ain't one of these niggas, nah (Bah)
Ain't just a drill rapper (No)
I rap on the beat, hop out the car, then do a drill after (Bah, bah, bah)
Nah, I ain't none of these niggas, nah
No, I don't feel rappers (No)
They rap on the beat 'til they get robbed, then they go chill after
I ain't one of these niggas, nah
Nah, I ain't none of these niggas, nah (No)
Nah, I ain't nonе of these niggas (What?)
No, I don't feel rappers (Bah)
Nigga rob mе, hop in the car, then do a drill after (Bah, bah, bah)

[Verse 1: OnPointLikeOP]
Rap niggas get robbed, they go on the 'Gram next (Pussy)
A nigga try to rob me, he go in the air next (Bah, bah)
How you niggas gettin' breached, but movin' so careless? (How?)
Big forty on my side, yeah, I'm movin' so fearless (Bah)
They know who I be (Who?)
Nigga, ain't just a drill rapper (No)
They rap on the beat 'til they get beats, I wonder how they feel after (Pussy)
Nigga (What?), ain't just a drill rapper (Nah)
Won't Marley G me, PNV me, know that I will clap you (Bah, bah)

[Chorus: OnPointLikeOP]
I ain't one of these niggas, nah (Bah)
Ain't just a drill rapper (No)
I rap on the beat, hop out the car, then do a drill after (Bah, bah, bah)
Nah, I ain't none of these niggas, nah
No, I don't feel rappers (No)
They rap on the beat 'til they get robbed, then they go chill after
I ain't one of these niggas, nah
Nah, I ain't none of these niggas, nah (No)
Nah, I ain't none of these niggas (What?)
No, I don't feel rappers (Bah)
Nigga rob me, hop in the car, then do a drill after (Bah, bah, bah)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Ayy, G Herbo still in the streets (Huh?)
Ain't like the rappers when they get in the beef and they start runnin' straight to the tweets (For what?)
Ask over East, ain't no war with No Limit 'cause we really play with them heats (Shh)
Four-nickel take him straight off his feet (Baow)
I watched C-Money take off his meat (Pause)
Count it down like three, two, one and take off down the street (Yoom)
Nigga mention Roc, say Cap, whole lot of white chalk 'bout it (Ayy, whole lot of white chalk)
Woofin' on the 'net, make him log out it
Whole lot of murders, had to tell OP, can't talk 'bout it (You know that)
We had to clear out the scene (Clear out the scene)
Four deep, four whips, everybody totin' thirties
That's how we gon' clear out your team (Sweep)
When you get on him, play with the beam (Go)
Real drill shit, still'll rap slow when you wanna hear real shit
Still the first one told niggas go kill shit
Took a whole Xan after hits, couldn't feel shit (Ayy)
I couldn't think, sixteen, lost sleep
Made opps leave their whole hood, lost chief
They wanted smoke, man, so [?] they reek
Slidin' up blocks in a Trackhack Jeep (In a Trackhack Jeep)
Ran up Ms just for rappin' off beat (No bap)