Try Me BabyDrill
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[Intro]
Niggas on the 'Gram with switches like they really sprayin' somethin'
All these niggas pussies, they my fuckin' damn son
And I'm a damn deadbeat 'cause I ain't gave 'em nothin'
[Chorus]
Fill they ass with hollows today, they think they can come try me (Fill 'em up)
Talkin' to the devil, but pray to God 'cause that's who by me (We talkin')
I lay shit out, no deathbeds, plug shit up, no IV (Woo)
Walk shit down like Michael Meyers, who the fuck gon' try me? (Walk 'em down)
I shoot fade with bros, nigga, you not my kind, then your ass gettin' popped (Baow, baow, baow)
I was on 64 shop with my nine when the doors had poppеd and I was ready to pop
Called my bluff and we had pokеd lil'— shh, shh, Trey still came with a mop
They shot my whip up, got the drop
Doubled back and got 'em popped
[Verse 1]
Ain't gon' lie, nigga
Call my bluff, these niggas dead inside my eyes, nigga (They all dead)
I see blood and I want red behind that 5, nigga (Blood)
Murder what she wrote, but just like Melly, it's on my mind, nigga
Yeah, it's on my mind (BabyDrill)
Nigga dissed me walkin'
We call that shit run down the way that switch hop out and honk him
Real gangster, we don't do drive-bys, tryna get up on 'em
Huh, nigga get that shit took, call on Drill to get it back (Bitch)
These pussies nigga big shook when I was out here catchin' hats
Niggas on the 'Gram with switches like they really sprayin' somethin'
All these niggas pussies, they my fuckin' damn son
And I'm a damn deadbeat 'cause I ain't gave 'em nothin'
[Chorus]
Fill they ass with hollows today, they think they can come try me (Fill 'em up)
Talkin' to the devil, but pray to God 'cause that's who by me (We talkin')
I lay shit out, no deathbeds, plug shit up, no IV (Woo)
Walk shit down like Michael Meyers, who the fuck gon' try me? (Walk 'em down)
I shoot fade with bros, nigga, you not my kind, then your ass gettin' popped (Baow, baow, baow)
I was on 64 shop with my nine when the doors had poppеd and I was ready to pop
Called my bluff and we had pokеd lil'— shh, shh, Trey still came with a mop
They shot my whip up, got the drop
Doubled back and got 'em popped
[Verse 1]
Ain't gon' lie, nigga
Call my bluff, these niggas dead inside my eyes, nigga (They all dead)
I see blood and I want red behind that 5, nigga (Blood)
Murder what she wrote, but just like Melly, it's on my mind, nigga
Yeah, it's on my mind (BabyDrill)
Nigga dissed me walkin'
We call that shit run down the way that switch hop out and honk him
Real gangster, we don't do drive-bys, tryna get up on 'em
Huh, nigga get that shit took, call on Drill to get it back (Bitch)
These pussies nigga big shook when I was out here catchin' hats
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