THINGS WE DO ON DRILL Lyrics

THE thing we do on drill is what pablo had done for coco,

The thing we do on the road is what Biggie had done for street rap.

The thing we do when we high is what Buddha had done conscious.

THE thing we do on the mic is what 2pac had done for hood rap,

THE thing we do on drill is what pablo had done for coco,

The thing we do on the road is what Biggie had done for street rap.

The thing we do when we high is what Buddha had done conscious.

THE thing we do on the mic is what 2pac had done for hood rap,

Trapped in the shack with snails and rats I was living in the pit like Rambo my shirt might just have blood I need a Blue suit and shoes like Django my bag is serving me time in 016 how I got out the bando,

I was on a train with General and Mate on the 5_0s bags hit the window .

Couple of choppers in my sneakers now you know why we jamin the door you see men like ben go on get on the Floor you say men don't kill on the gun I'm a claw , used to be a wing and I rose on my own filling the bag from the Dust till the dawn,

Got of the grind cause my pen I the drill used to go grab it and chop it and split ,life is a circle am still on my feet Never caught snitching I handle my script ,

You know that these officers like how you spit they chopping the chord whilst we running the streets.

I am in the game with a coal in my hand like Toni Montana how am rolling the bands Ting on the opps every dog Has its day...if I hump on the mic I ain't looking for trends.

THE thing we do on drill is what pablo had done for coco,

The thing we do on the road is what Biggie had done for street rap.

The thing we do when we high is what Buddha had done conscious.

THE thing we do on the mic is what 2pac had done for hood rap,

THE thing we do on drill is what pablo had done for coco,

The thing we do on the road is what Biggie had done for street rap.

The thing we do when we high is what Buddha had done conscious.

THE thing we do on the mic is what 2pac had done for hood rap,

Back on this joint I'll be feeling like Nelson chilling on a Island my thoughts still racing

Drop a hot Beat murder it my self like that men from the book with his son on the mountain.

Hood that iam From is Your Face in the basin,

Partying or moaning my homies be busting,

Nine or a shag always clean never rusty ,drillers in town all the condors be dusty ,

Bella ciao iam like prof in the heisting you run the game am controlling the whole ting ,

Men wanna duck and dive for shoes and runners that's when I pull up from below like Jason stanthem smoked on The road like profit money.

I'll shag on that boy dig his ears and tongue so you niggas would listen ,

Am on the map for the streets and you niggas are snitching,

Wonder why your hoes still bitching you be on the fone still reaching men like Ben are still hot on that kitchen ,

From day 1 still Ride on a mission got two stets on the pin in the the station from N2 to the Trapp no question few Young stunners on the coast we smashing two men in three out set klaar we bashin.

THE thing we do on drill is what pablo had done for coco,

The thing we do on the road is what Biggie had done for street rap.

The thing we do when we high is what Buddha had done conscious.

THE thing we do on the mic is what 2pac had done for hood rap,

THE thing we do on drill is what pablo had done for coco,

The thing we do on the road is what Biggie had done for street rap.

The thing we do when we high is what Buddha had done conscious.

THE thing we do on the mic is what 2pac had done for hood rap,