Cocky Beats - Drill Time lyrics

[Produced by co*ky Beats] [Intro] I f** with savages, you a f**boy, you can't hang You can find me posted up on Frank block with my f**in' gang You ain't really 'bout sh**, stay out my... co*ky (Let's get it) (Let's get it) Gang and his b**h Slim Jesus in a cut (Let's get it) [?] [Verse 1] I f** with savages, you a f**boy, you can't hang You can find me posted up on Frank block with my f**in' gang You ain't really 'bout sh**, stay out my spot, don't speak my name Or I pull up on your block at night, wearing all black and let that 40 bang I f**ed your girl and I ain't even try to, that little hoe, she a f**in' thot Got her off the Molly, now she rollin', all she good for is giving top I got loud pack, I got school buses, hurry up fam, come and shop I got a big 40 with a thirty-clip, and I call that b**h my f**in' mop I paid 350 for a Fendi belt, and that double F hold up my strap A lot of y'll just Twitter flex but this sh** ain't just a f**in' rap I hear one diss and I'm running up in your f**in' trap You thought sh** was sweet 'til I ran up with no f**in' mask Always chasing a check, b**h I'm really 'bout mine You a broke boy but you rock designer, that sh** don't sound right Thought you could sneak diss and you won't get found, right? 'Til you get caught in traffic, at the wrong place, at the wrong time [Hook] Got a couple shooters and they ride with me And they down to shoot when it's drill time Pull up and we get to drumming Let thirty shots out that Glock nine [?] Pull up and we get to drumming Let thirty shots out that Glock nine [Verse 2] Now it's back to the trap with a twenty sack Rolling up a swisher of that straight gas Got a fifty-clip sticking out the MAC So that's fifty shots for your goofy a** Copped a Ferragamo when I was up at Saks But my True Religion's still off my a** I got heavy pockets, I got big a** bands Run up on me tryna rob, and that thirty blap Keep a bank roll on me at all times, rolled up with a rubber band Off the lean, that Promethazine got me walking around like a kick stand Keep a burner tucked on my right side, my .380 or my FN And if I catch you lacking, better pray to God that my sh** jam B-but if it don't, I'mma take you out like a f**in' date Put a hole in your f**in' back if I catch you talkin' to the f**in' Jakes Ain't afraid to catch a body and skip out from state to state And if there's a witness, I'mma k** 'em too and I'mma beat the case Let's get it! [Outro] (Let's get it) (Let's get it...)