Ay the Drillys is still in the trap we were never lacking we were tapping on hats never concerned about the aftermath an O Y in the sky I'm masked up looking demised while staring at the end goal your lil bro had no pole that’s fourteen up in the sky ni**as lost Notti Osama and just to stir up some drama I’m saying bye little ni**a went baba stop being shy (O Y K) (NI**A) please is not a question when we rumble on the hill, if I spot sweepers in the section I invite them to the drill shits finna get hot Jay5ive throws 5 shots lookin for vato’s stumbling round this block Young Gunners tweak from their V a smart play from the Drilly’s trying to make new history, when we click on a bumblebee I bet they’ll watch their backs that is to be exact the Maks keep making plays M Dot 5 9 won’t lack I wanna know why ally's of drill gangs keep saying they’re smoking Lay ( r i p) but they never put in no pain flowers for hours every day when we put O Y’S in their place Notti, C J, targeted towards the chest, E dot Baby, Sugarhill Mel a bunch of suicidal pests (bitch) ni**as are not educated we chase them off their strip then give them a load to digest we raid em I'm rated ten on ten with all my glocks bitch I'm not basic the dirty cops won’t pass the real threat Doodee is a fraud boy is not the biggest threat I done got jiggy in his jets the club was an afterparty of celebrating Edots death I put an opp in the marley we poured the bottles but I got mottos and one of those is to always stay sober when flushing sorrows No tommorow when we hop out with hollows in the rain my ni**as deep in the game suited up and finna dump because to us its time to flame I shoot to kill and pop out low with dirty sticks I'm leaving stains (sugarhill Spliffs that’s everyday) I’m smoking Notti shits not funny we mix E Dot with the Blade (smoking dead opps) Below the surface of the hill it’s a curfew, we hurt a few ni**as fiddling with triggers they aren’t realer we know how they bluff but in the meantime I stand on top of shit because I cannot fall for tricks of course we’re the Drilly’s we run them down to take a piss one hell of a mystery we shot an opp in his kidney with silverlining symetry we are leaving it in the semetree Yus Geez did get shot but what had you went and done for your block my choppa looking tatted with blacked out paint you cannot tame me cause I’m on hots calling up the Y G Zeez with the Sweepers we’re sending shots while sending messages at the same time and I'm receiving calls bout doing time so I stay ducking my head we hop out they fled extracting crime from my home their rotten bones I know they’re doing just fine (bow) [slowed] [Bridge] (No tommorow when we hop out with hollows it rains my ni**as deep in the game suited up and finna dump because to us its time to flame I shoot to kill and pop out low with dirty sticks I'm leaving stains sugarhill Spliffs that’s everyday I’m smoking Notti shits not funny we mix E Dot with the Blade (grah) (grah)

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