King Louie - Made Drill lyrics

[Part I: Made] [Verse 1] Smokin dope gettin' tree high b**h I'm wit yeah she bi Keep it 100 got a lot of hundreds Need a hit I put dollars on it More money more problems Can't sleep I need codine And I'm smokin like a dope fiend Hang wit pokers they be poking sh** is chess not checkers Shoot a n***a in his freckles Thowin bullets dont get tackled MUBU gang bunch of made man Say they out here but they stay in No talkin' we just sprayin' n***as thinkin' that we playin' 'Til you catch they a** in traffic They show 'em it ain't just rap sh** Chopper make 'em do a back flip Give a b**h boy a face lift They ain't hard they just play tough Man these f** boys made up Drivin' fast gettin' knocked down I feel good call me James Brown I can die any day now [Part II: Drill] [Intro] Pop off pop off pop off [x2] Pop out pop off Pop off pop off pop off [x2] [Verse 2] Get ya damn head knocked off All I do is smoke hot sauce All I do is f** boss hoes In that G wag' makin boss moves Pull up ready to commit drills Have us lookin for you like waldo Holla at you wit the saw'd off Then hall off All black sh** Get whacked sh** AK rounds make you do sh** Like back flip Split in half Crash the whip get away That drill sh** not that other sh** This that run up on em and make him s** a clip Time to show these n***as who they f**in with No love for a b**h Just f** and dip Everyday I'm fly like a f**in trip Got so many hoes Ima f**in pimp On another note Ima f**in boss If I wanted to I can get 'em lost If I wanted to I can get you hit If I wanted to I could f** yo' b**h But all I do is smoke dope and brick It's a f**in' a hit To you other n***as I'm the f**in realist Hang wit' millionaires and some f**in' k**ers At the same time ball like hang time Smokin' gasoline rollin' off a bean With yo b**h and her friend doin' awesome things And we livin' dreams b**hes s**in' dick to boost they self esteem You wouldn't know about it Just forget about it You can run up I'll shoot you up in your head And then I'll get up out it They get that sh**? You say they got lean Did you hit that sh**? Let's hope it's a hit We ain't no vics We be hittin licks Run up in yo' crib if you got them bricks Smokin' on dope sipin' Actavis b**hes go dumb on some active sh** I be mackin on my apple sh** Bullets get let off and tackle sh** Got them snitches in that apple b**h? To live everyday that's a risk My n***as gangsters and gentlemen Want a argument we gon' drill em b**h