Drill Time (remix)
I f** with real n***as
You shady I can't chill with ya
Tee tee what's my vill n***a
Outsiders we don't deal with em
Yall don't get this sh** I'll never quit this sh**
I live this sh** I don't just spit this sh**
I'm different I'm splitting splifs
It's lit just like a cigarette
Balls mine, I intercept
f** n***as speaking all that indirect
Getting tough behind them keys
Behind that screen on the Internet
It's crunch time it's lunch time
That din din, and the brunch time
No shade I throw sunshine
Y'all n***as don't get that punch line
I go hard on the track-ny-e, All facts ny-e
You n***as whack ny-e Y'all lack ny-e
Don't rap like me don't trap like me
Cop a sack like me a** ny-e
Pa**ed gas ny-e, speeding in the Mazda fast ny-e
Understand my lingo I get bored and drop a single
I feel this sh** in my soul, and my toes tingle
Bad liquor habit I can't shake it I can't shimmy
I want this sh** imma take it imma steal it I'm like gimmie
Extendo, and I ain't talking bout no reefer
I quit that sh**, but deri she's a big chiefer
I don't trust a soul, I can't let you n***as in
Terry gang cut nation imma tell y'all again
You f** with my cousins, it's nothing I'm coming
We bussing, no fussing
You can catch an concussion
These n***as f**ing hore-he
He don't come before me
I phone restore me
Oh my gosh oh Lordy
I'm tired of n***as rapping always about the same sh**
They ain't never switched up, but they ain't with the same click
Name switch, dawg I swear that's some lame sh**
Dropping these weak a** tracks talking all that gang sh**
You don't love these streets my n***a you'd a mommas
Why oh lying you ain't toating no llama boy
Ain't bout that drama boy, up no bands no commas boy
I can change yo life, but sh** I ain't Obama boy
All y'all talk about is f**ing hoes when y'all cuffing hoes
Trusting those, what the f** y'all slip up and bust in hoes
Hold up let me get on you b**hes too
Y'all do the same thing that these f**ing n***as do
Boosting and lying and acting all booshie
Like you don't be up in the trap too
Smoking f**ing Lucy's
Acting high sadity y'all be giving up the coochie
How the guck you getting it b**h you be mooching
Real rap I never lied on a track
I blew 10 bands just to make it right back
That's a fact, honestly it ain't sh** to get you whacked
My n***as do it for the free so please don't lack
I'm all that I make bangers for the f** of it
And if you hating you can simply go s** a dick s**a b**h
Why you always on some Otha sh**
I do this sh** for fun but I f**ing love this sh**
When I'm sober I'm colder
Always peeing over my shoulder
The last b**h that tried me I had to f**ing fold her
I didn't know her, if she bout it imma show her
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