Drills in the Hills Zotiyac
"Drills in the Hills" by Zotiyac, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, street life, and the struggles within urban environments. The lyrics depict the harsh realities of life while emphasizing the determination to rise above challenges. Unique musical elements include a haunting beat and layered vocal effects that enhance the emotional weight of the message. The song resonates with listeners, reflecting contemporary issues in society and contributing to the ongoing conversation about life in tough neighborhoods.
[Intro]
Grrt, grrt, grrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, who need that tree?
Drop out like college
Grr
[Verse 1]
Leave him ass naked with his socks off (Ayy)
Pop up out the cut (Ayy), boy, this shit'll knock yo’ socks off (Ayy, ayy)
In the hills doing drills on them rich niggas
I don't ditch beef, but sometimes I like to ditch niggas (Pop-pop-pop)
Here's a T-shirt, here a hollow tip, hit the dirt (Frrt)
Boy, fuck what you heard, you get hurt, tryna steal some work
I was in the dark, where they lurk, I ain’t had no church
Now I'm in the 'burbs with the birds making hella serve (Bitch)
Try and run my pockets (Ayy), boy, you funny, you must got some nerve (Haha)
Super Soaker, it is not a Nerf, pinch your fucking nerves (Bah, bah)
Me and Bando finna make her swerve, yo' peace get disturbed
Shoot the preacher, doc' and nurse, so when you die, they can't observe (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Niggas wanna copy all my work, like a fuckin' nerd
Yo' bitch treat me like dessert, man the way she slurp (Ayy)
Hit it from the back like I’m tryna make the baby burp
Hit my white shooter, call ’em Steve Kerr or Larry Bird (Bah)
Told that bitch, I like Mary Jane, I can't marry her
Told that bitch I got AT&T, but can’t carry her (Ayy)
She jump when I tell her jump, she's a terrier (Bitch)
Gotta hair-trigger on me, shit get hairier
Grrt, grrt, grrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, who need that tree?
Drop out like college
Grr
[Verse 1]
Leave him ass naked with his socks off (Ayy)
Pop up out the cut (Ayy), boy, this shit'll knock yo’ socks off (Ayy, ayy)
In the hills doing drills on them rich niggas
I don't ditch beef, but sometimes I like to ditch niggas (Pop-pop-pop)
Here's a T-shirt, here a hollow tip, hit the dirt (Frrt)
Boy, fuck what you heard, you get hurt, tryna steal some work
I was in the dark, where they lurk, I ain’t had no church
Now I'm in the 'burbs with the birds making hella serve (Bitch)
Try and run my pockets (Ayy), boy, you funny, you must got some nerve (Haha)
Super Soaker, it is not a Nerf, pinch your fucking nerves (Bah, bah)
Me and Bando finna make her swerve, yo' peace get disturbed
Shoot the preacher, doc' and nurse, so when you die, they can't observe (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Niggas wanna copy all my work, like a fuckin' nerd
Yo' bitch treat me like dessert, man the way she slurp (Ayy)
Hit it from the back like I’m tryna make the baby burp
Hit my white shooter, call ’em Steve Kerr or Larry Bird (Bah)
Told that bitch, I like Mary Jane, I can't marry her
Told that bitch I got AT&T, but can’t carry her (Ayy)
She jump when I tell her jump, she's a terrier (Bitch)
Gotta hair-trigger on me, shit get hairier
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