Drilled Em Lyrics

(G7)

(Oh, we drilled 'em)

(Oh, we drilled 'em, yeah)

(Oh, we drilled 'em)

(Uh, we drilled 'em)

(Oh, we drilled 'em)

(Oh, we drilled 'em)

(Yeah, I'm boutta hit him)

Lookin' like the man when I walk in the buildin'

She think I'm cuffin', that bitch so silly

FTOS, I'm the villain

If they say I did it then fuck it, I did it, yeah

I can't put trust in these women

I'm the hottest, youngest, turnt in my city

She salt me down, she play with my feelings

My trigger finger itchin, I'm on a mission

Anybody get it dummy, I feel like Litty

Ridin' round with two gats, nigga stand on business

And no NFL but we be out blitzin'

Take a chunk out ha booty, she got two midgets

Riccy Runtz, RR, they can't follow the mimic

And I'm gon' slide about my bitch

I'm the biggest five, I'm slimin' shit, huh, I could get these fuck niggas get

Bae, calm down, you ain't suckin' my dick

Don't turn me down, get me lit

My baby a gangsta, she hold my blick

Just because I forgave you, I ain't forget

Them bullets gon' graze ya, ya get hit

FTOS, nigga fuck yo' clique

Ridin' round town with this chopstick

I told my brother that I'm tryna catch bodies, he say that I'm wylin'

Do ya know what time it is? Tell that boy keep my name out the mix

I'ma spin till I'm dizzy as shit

The demons talkin', hear my name in the wind

I'll do anything for the win

Right or wrong, my niggas won't bend

That get back gon' get get

I'm tryna catch me a fuckin' wig

My nigga been itchin', he lookin' for a lick

I'm hangin' out the window tryna hit 'em with a stick

Got some youngins in the bricks, they don't stop till it click

Bitch, drop the lo', where you at lil bitch?

I'm addicted to wok and actavis

Beam on the glock and I can't miss

Don't put on no vest, yo' head, we split

We bendin' the blocks, we wait till he come out

He see that we outside, bitch, come out

BSY gang, we run the town

This shit got deep, I had to get off the couch

Glock tucked, bitch, you buck, I'm blowin'

Every time we hop out the car, bitch know that we scorin'

Opp bitch say that she love me, you know that she horny

Totin' on a switch, you know I ain't goin'

Tryna get 'em on a Sunday morning

(Rik Runtz)(G7)

(Oh, we drilled 'em)

(Oh, we drilled 'em, uh)

(Oh, we drilled 'em)

(Uh, uh, yeah)

(Oh, we drilled 'em)

(Damn, I'm boutta hit some)