[Hook: Chief Keef]
Glory boyz in this b**h, we be f**ing all them hoes
And kush what we smoke, thought I had to let you know
Only f**ing with them bros, thought I had to let you know
Sending shots to them f** boys, thought I had to let you know
We them n***as that's for sure, and I bet you know
Wic City, Lamron, Glory Boyz, bet you know
Blackgate, bet you know, y'all fake, bet you know
Bang bang, bet you know, thought I had to let you know
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Bullets flying your way, like a helicopter
And we pull triggers like scissors, that chopper tear your block up
Have my n***as do the drill, and they don't need no dollars
All they need is a full clip, I yell "action" they let it holler
You a b**h n***a go play, get the f** up out my face
Have my guys do the drill, we don't f** with you no way
300 n***a that's that, we some real n***as that's fact
Got that b**h s**ing my dick, while I'm rolling that loud pack
I'm mustard n***as so catch up, it's a drill but you'll get wet up
So don't ever disrespect us, like bad kids we reckless
And all we know is drill, we train and go to k**
Get money smoke loud and all we know is drill
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Every day I'm in this sh**, every day it's different sh**
I be chasing after that bag, and I'll be damned if I get bagged
And I'm all about that cash, screaming "f** the other side"
And you know it's free the guys, all them n***as better duck
It's a drill for them f**s, I don't f** around with them f**s
And it's Front Street and Lamron, Wic City that's my team
And I slide up on Blackgate and do some drills with SD
And they told me it's a drill so I called up [?]
All them n***as think it's sweet
That's how summer they 'gone see
All about the glory, everybody in the field
Every day we in the field, every day we on drills
And I tell my n***as it's real, because every day n***as get k**ed
[Hook]
[Verse 3: SD]
Pay attention dumb f**, we a team don't try your luck
A couple bands up in my pants, I'mma need a belt to hold it up
Bad b**hes leave 'em stuck, I couldn't be talking get up
Rollin' tripping out that stuff, that kush it got my eyes puffed
On the block getting money, no can't f** around with them f**s
Wic City they do hits, and it ain't no telling who they hit
Front Street, Glory Boyz, keep the hoes on the dick
f** n***as beat a face, I keep them heaters just in case
[2G?] City let em lay, Lamron ain't on the spray
I don't f** around with them f**s
It's too many reals can't be a cake
And them hoes we shell em down, they tryna f** I want the face
Fredo rolling up that stank, we act a jungle in the paint
Drill
[Hook]