Drill Lyrics

Swear I don't need nun but this Maca

And this Gandha Nigga I'm Gucci

I been spazzing out on these tracks

I'm tryna get my mind back

All that shit talking on wax

You bound to get ya mind wacked

Don't be playing round on my top

Might bust ya ass for trying that

Got them steppers on every corner

Locking in them bases loaded

Know that pot still be hot

I fell in love with baking soda

Pressure building up on myself

Cause I can't make it staying local

Ain't gon beef with none of these niggas

If he ain't worth me standing over

No encroachment got to watch how you approach me

Introvert but every now and then

You catch me being social

Mix that Maca with that Gandha

Mango be my favorite potion

Tunnel vision from experience

Chasing bitches lose your focus

Lately me is what I'm choosing

Don't seek no more approval

You don't like the way I'm moving

Push my shit out nigga shoot me

I just stay true to myself

And all the real ones they salute it

All these niggas rapping movies

Can't associate with goofies

Say I'm coming under pressure

But I can't do no folding now

I turnt up ain't no question

Cause bitch I'm fully loaded now

I switched up on the fragrance

And you can smell the odor now

They burnt out all them Scats

Bitch I'm tryna whip the Yota now

All gas nigga no brakes

Don't even commit if you ain't gon' ride

Either trap it out or you die

I feel like Sno back in '05

I been chopping all these samples

Shop with me and I supply it

Throw them C's up every time

Until it's some you recognize

We the new troops

Ballistic bitch I'm coo coo

Pop hella tags buku

Velvet jacket straight from boohoo

I got a couple lose screws

But don't act like you ain't been knew

They do gimmicks just for Youtube

I been him since gaga goo nigga

Out the mud ain't finna ride no nigga coattails

This Semi get to spitting

It's automatic it won't go well

You say you run the city

But yo name ain't ringing no bells

Accumulating no sales

Can't measure up to no scale

Say I'm coming under pressure

But I can't do no folding now

I turnt up ain't no question

Cause bitch I'm fully loaded now

I switched up on the fragrance

And you can smell the odor now

They burnt out all them Scats

Bitch I'm tryna whip the Yota now

I push my limit every time I grip the wheel

Them vultures lurking everyday

I grip my steel

Don't come around if you ain't ready

Shit get real

Yeah they really in that field

187 yeah that's a kill

All them youngins know is drill

Yeah, aye, aye

Say 187 yeah that's a kill

All them youngins know is drill

And it is what it is

187 yeah that's a kill

All them youngins know is drill