G Herbo - Drill Em lyrics

[Hook: Homey High Deff] Chi-Town home of the rough n***as Keep something for you f** n***as False flagging or caught lacking will get your a** clapped up wit em Got something for you tough n***as HD set it up with them High Deff he a D-boy we some savages that'll buss with him [Verse 1: Homey High Deff] I'm riding round with the MAC on me Real sh** move back phony Goofy mark don't f** around Have the bullets spraying like Axe on him Set him off all blacked down Don't come back till he clapped down Drive back by the crime scene n***as laughing blowing pack out I was 5TH Grade pulling MACs out Make a n***a pull that scratch out Snatch him up Make a call Have his b**h lead us to the stack house Man n***as got age f**ed up Blowing kush I'm so stuck Hit a n***a for a brick In the SK now finna post-up I'm AG repping wild wild Backwoods help me calm down Won't even roll reggie up if these sh**s smoking so loud I'm the illest spitting in Chicago Nonstop we the mob ho f** up put a brick on ya have your a** missing by tomorrow Foul B's every other n***a opp City to city give me every block Young boys in training next generation foul never stop Trynna poke me and get burnt up For this money I earned bruh Lay a motherf**er down Put him on the ground Now he can't turn up [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Herb] I 'm sick and tired of these f** n***as So I went and bought a 30 40 and a 50 Broski told me better keep it on ya when you by your lonely I'm the hottest in the city I'm like f** it tell them come and get me You know I'm on the A-block Broski pull up with the chopper and the enemy red beam catching face shots Uhhhh Broke as f** I rememeber I was Now all these hunnits on me fifties on me spend them on d** Damn you fake I see you a snake So I don't show no n***as love And you know I'm coming with 150 n***as if you ever bring me in your club We popping bottles and throwing stacks and better not no n***a mug We step outside and you might get hit up by like 4 different guns And I told yall n***as can't control my n***as Already rolled them and they ain't made for nothing Me and HD smoking on OG pouring on that codeine f** [Hook] [Verse 3: Homey High Deff] On a G keep a sack on me By the end keep a gat on me Foul b**h n***a nonstop sh** everyday till they wack homie f** n***as don't think about em Scratch em out and won't think about em Zip of thrax Lot of wood Me and folks then go and drink up out em I don't give a f** about a n***a gang Me and my n***as different things Once n***as start focusing on money start seeing better change Yall lame s**as better grow up Non stop got it sold up Yeah some n***as gon hate but it's cause all they b**hes know us I be smoking out and getting poured up Piss poor now I'm that n***a Best friend was a cap peeler She's real motherf** rap n***a Trynna poke me and get burnt up For this money I earned bruh Lay a motherf**er down Put him on the ground Now he can't turn up [Hook]