Intro: Lee Drilly & Say drilly
DOAK 7evSideK f*ck the Flocks You heard
Oh My god I’m Smoking Naz (Rippy Rippy)
Blay & Zully
Cause These nigg*s Really Get Back Gang Rippy Rippy Rippy
And Don’t Get Back for Nome Of They nigg*s
Rippy Rippy
Jace
Verse 1: Say Drilly
Dummy gang, tryna sign us a check
Noah got stomped, like, nigg*, who next? (Like, what?)
Drilly gang, but I pull up with Jets
Yellow got shot (24 is the G.O.A.T.), bullets ripped through his chest
And I heard Jacob died with a vest
Man, his Loccs hurt when he switched on the set
And I heard Jacob died with a vest
Man, his Loccs hurt when he switch on a set (Like, what?)
And I don't understand, speak facts
Jay tried to run, got shots to his back (JayRip)
Bobby ran, got turned to a pack, like
Who gon' spin? Like, come get back (Like, what?)
Catch a Flocka and get put on some shirts
Been a way, we gon' shoot up the hearse
Tell my bitch, ''Put the gun in her purse''
nigg*s don't live what they rap in they verse
Brodie geekin', he ready to blitz (Like, what?)
Thunder Bklu ran, got caught, got tripped (Gang, gang)
Milly Wop got a beat with a stick and he still didn' get back (Glah)
He just post all of the sh*t (Grrah-grrah, boom)
So you know they don't live what they rap
Drilly gang, yeah we known for the packs
Break: Say Drilly & Lee Drilly
X, Rippy Dead nigg*s nigg*
Noah , UE Who Is That x
X who else That’s Rite
Rite
Who That That Gotta Be Blay
Blay
Oh My god That Zully
JB Ohhhh
Verse 2: Say drilly
Tell 'em free Nas, he soon be back
And we smokin' on Blay, that boy got whacked (Free Nas)
Get low, move tactic, Guey hop out, he gon' shoot through the jacket (Trendy)
Write an Os on the book, need a packet
Smelly got poked, got put in a casket (OYK)
And I heard Mali ran, he a fa*ggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (ReyWayK)
And I heard Mali ran, he a fa*ggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (Like, what?)
And I keep me a new chop, for the old opps
'Cause they still on dick (Like, what?)
But I keep me a old chop, for the new opps
'Cause they still ain't do sh*t (At all)
Tell them nigg*s get back, 'cause it's lit
Tell them get back 'cause we smokin' JayRip, like
Tell them nigg*s get back, 'cause it's lit
Tell them get back 'cause we smokin' JayRip, like
Verse 2: E-Wuu
Shoot first, got the chop on my hand 'cause the crew hurt
Smokin' dead through the Sev', got his tooth hurt
If he's dead or alive, gotta reverse
Moving wocky, I'ma pack you
Hollow tips spraying, f*cking up his tattoo
Don't care who you with, you get packed too
Didn't even chase 'em, runnin' out his damn shoes
These bitch nigg*s DrillyK? (Like, what?)
Couple shots, make 'em levitate
Don't talk 'bout the other day
Froze the person and didn't even let it spray
And bitch, we don't hesitate
Back out chops, on bro, we gon' play today
Let off one, watch 'em run a race
Bro two demons got up wit' 'em anyway
How you smokin' on Stylez? You just came outside (Like, how?)
Smokin' JayRipK, he got put in a sky (Sky)
Shots to his chest and a nigg* went ''bye''
These nigg*s cap, all they rap is straight lies
Verse 3: Nesty Floxks
Smoke-smokin' on Tank, now I'm smokin' on 13 (He's dead)
Lil' nigg* didn't make it to 14 (Stupid)
Spin through the Hill and I call Lil Reem (Like, what?)
Third clip, but it came with a beam (At all)
I take one for the guys and the team (Like. look)
She a bitch, but it's not what it seems (Like. what?)
I'm smokin' on Caine, while I'm looking for Keem (Keem, Keem, Keem)
She a baba, I'm all in her jeans, look (Like)
See, PJ get hit with a hollow (Grrah, boom)
Hop out with Lee, I'ma follow (Baow)
Big die Sev', yeah, I stay with a Vato (Grrah, grrah)
Free Jah, free Taco, big die Ls, I'm spinnin' with hollows (At all)
Free Jah, free Taco, big die Ls, I'm spinnin' with hollows
From the 8th to the gates, go way back (What?)
Don't spin my block, that V get flipped (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Two shots gon' f*ck up his fitted cap (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Most of these nigg*s ain't gettin' back
Verse 4: Lee Drilly
Oh, you mention my name? (What?)
So that means you don't care 'bout life, 'cause you know how I get (He dead)
I don't know you, so get off my dick, playin' Charlie, Charlie, slidin' through the Mitch
Now we kickin' the door (Door)
(Ayy, X), get yo' mans off the floor, 'fore you talk you better check the score (Score)
Because we need it all
I'ma click till its gone, know that feeling when he hit the floor (Floor)
Bitches like, ''Why I can't get near you?''
You a thot, let me and LA share you
LA got a chop so, like, why would I fear you? (LA)
Test my gangster, play it, like, I dare you (Boom, boom)
I just call my young boy, gon' clear you (Juju)
Pull that trigger, nigg*, probably scared to (Baow)
And you tough with a gun, I hear you
Until you on the other side of that barrel (What? He dead)
I ain't trip when they said what they said (Baow)
Mention Rah, so they basically dead (Be dead)
Mask on, they ain't see the dreads, do a hit off a bike, my shooter on the 'pegs (Boom, boom, boom)
I be gettin' ate up on a reg', but if she wanna f*ck, then she gotta beg
Flock-Flocka, got that nigg*s head
Teach me how to Dougie, 'cause I got a leg
I don't f*ck with nobody, who you gon' get next to?
I will never let them know my next move (At all)
And we spinnin' in 30s, can't f*ck with no rentals (What? Baow)
Drag attention, knock (Baow) him off his rental (Baow, baow)
Don't slide on a bike, you know that ain't the best move (Best)
'Cause Smelly got poked every pedal
And I still go to the café, for a number 13, but that's just the JayRip special (JayRip)
nigg* said he was 15, chased the whole block (What?)
With a motherf*ckin' BB gun (Baow, baow)
But I was like 13, in Oval
And we almost PD sum (Dead sum)
Ayo, Leaky, you know what I'm talking 'bout (Leaky)
Still free Mr. Hawk 'em down
Tell 'em TP, 'cause I ain't tryna talk it out (He dead)
Shoot a opp, make 'em walk it out
Catch a DV, where these bitches get tossed around, he was king 'til he lost his crown
Catch a Fiji, we gon' call him a dolphin now, bullets shakin' his thoughts around
Catch a PD, once I see that he on the ground, know the vibes, I'ma walk 'em down
She gon' eat me (What?), I got beef with her father now, 'cause I'm dickin' his daughter down
And we spinnin', know we make a mess (Baow)
Back out chop on a opp, putting 8 to the test (Grrah, grrah)
Back the 40s if they disrespect (Grrah, boom)
Said sh*t that they dropped, will put 'em to rest (Rest)
You're supposed to be Klay and I'm Steph
Rite went right, but Blay went left
Tote for fun, I ain't from the BX (R.I.P. Ray)
But yes, we still smoking on X
Outro: Lee Drilly
(Yes, yes)
(And we smokin' on, and we smokin' on X, you heard?)
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