drill time
Singer:slim jesus
you can find me posted up on frank block with my fuckin' gang
you ain't really 'bout shit
or i pull up on your block at night
wearing all black and let that 40 bang
i fucked your girl and i ain't even try to
all she good for is giving top
i got a big 40 with a thirty-clip
and i call that bitch my fuckin' 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 shit ain't just a fuckin' rap
i hear one diss and i'm running up in your fuckin' trap
you thought shit was sweet 'til i ran up with no fuckin' mask
bitch i'm really 'bout mine
you a broke boy but you rock designer
that shit don't sound right
thought you could sneak diss and you won't get found
'til you get caught in traffic
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
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
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 ass
copped a ferragamo when i was up at saks
but my true religion's still off my ass
keep a bank roll on me at all times
rolled up with a rubber band
that promethazine got me walking around like a kick stand
keep a burner tucked on my right side
and if i catch you lacking
better pray to god that my shit jam
i'mma take you out like a fuckin' date
put a hole in your fuckin' back if i catch you talkin' to the fuckin' jakes
ain't afraid to catch a body and skip out from state to state
i'mma kill 'em too and i'mma beat the case