Still Drill ft. Mikey Phillips Lyrics

They're watching us take off

We do this shit on our take ones

Go ask my bro

He's on the tune

And now they wanna come make one huh

They're watching us take off

We do this shit on our take ones

Go ask my bro

He's on the tune

And now they wanna come make one

What ya know about dark nights on road

Can't feel my toes cause it's way too cold

I be tryna make moves, tryna get this dough

Cause there ain't no food in this broken home

I'm finna get this loot and go

Back to the booth, yeh I'm soon to blow

I'm on some new shit, they're way too old

Just watch when I do this, they gonna fold

What ya know about broken homes

What ya know about broken bones

What ya know about been on ya toes

Every time blue lights try raiding ya phone

They're talking shit, I don't hear no one

Acting tough, I don't see no one

Had that touch, I don't feel no one

Now watch how I move now I'm a someone

Like hold up, stop

I'm just tryna get this gwop

I'm just tryna pattern these bands for my bruddas

So they ain't gotta sell no food on the block

I'm gonna pop soon, I got a lot due, think that I'm shot through, trust me I'm not

Anything possible, I'm rock through, do what I go to get to the top

I don't come with a million hits

Man I don't come with the Z's and the bits

Man I don't run up in ya house go bang

But I got real boys that are on that shit so

Who's this

And who's that

Am I a nice man

Am I talking

I'm that man like any other man that'll switch any point if we're on about waring

And some say that I'm crazy (Yeah you are man)

Well shit, maybe I am

But I could never put my hands on my lady

Cause I seen all that shit with my Mam

Dunno how anybody ever discrediting me

When they ain't seen nuttin like man

You ain't ever been out hunting for scran

I had to rob and bag up them grams, shit

They're not ready