Drill Shit Yavi DG (Ft. Jay5ive)

[Intro: Yavi DG]
Grahh, grahh
Like, grahh (Grahh, grahh)
Grahh, grahh, grahh (All about money)
Like, big dead game, nigga, they know my bop
Like, R.I.P AJ, R.I.P Ray-Ray, R.I.P Dotty

[Chorus: Yavi DG]
It's a whole lot of niggas that's rappin' that drill shit
How many niggas that's rappin' got packs?
I ain't talkin' hot, but I'm talkin' some real shit
Any time that I spun, nigga, I caught a tag
Bullets missed him by an inch, they grazed him
Can't miss a shot, so I'm gon' double back
When I'm with the [?], I'm movin' like Jason
Try to run up, you gon' die to a stab

[Verse 1: Yavi DG]
I lower the window, I hang out and click
Seen a spark from the pipe, so he can't see the mask
I'm the Jet from the 8, and we lurk on the Bridge
No, he can't see my face, 'cause I had on a mask
Fuck an opp thot, all on her finsta
Opps on my dick, now my bitch really mad
Bend through your block, lookin' for opportunities
I sit outside, so I don't stand a chance
The D's on my dick, got thе drugs and the jewelry
Got 'еm thinkin' that's me, let me switch up my stance
He said I'm a righty, I shot with the left
When I went on the hit, had to switch up my hands
Now they like, "Damn, that's the wrong man"
Bitch, I'm the reaper, you not who I am
Give me a reason, I throw what I can
If we can't catch him, throw on his mans
Glock with a switch, make a fuck nigga dance
Grahh, grahh, grahh