Don’t Like Drill Meekz & Central Cee

[Chorus: Meekz]
I don't like drill much, but I'll real life catch me a body (Argh)
I do tracks for a hobby
I push packs of the Bobby
Put my plaques on a lorry
Cah most of these so called drillers are soggy
I need more for me, I'm not sorry
Bad B said that she's riding for me, Clyde and Bonnie
She's seen the diamonds on me
Said, "Slow down", I move too fast like the sirens on me
If I lived in London, I think that I'd have the Trident on me
It's all timing for me
I did my time, why they on me?
Lead for an undie
'Cah I just wanna give bread to my mumsy
I can't rest time 'til l'm comfy
(What did you say?)
I'm sick of these zombiеs

[Verse 1: Meekz]
Now my life's comfy, put the bill in the rеstaurant on me
I just give them what they want from me
What'cha want from me?
Consistency, constantly
Play a song for me
It's not long for me
My fans like feinds 'cah they're onto me
Do you wanna look bad for the 'Gram, or do you want money?
I'm not guilty, so lucky
You ever been nicked stupidly and bust case luckily
I don't what's up with me
You can't really say that he grown up with me if he didn't go cunch with me
Sold drugs for me
Would you hold guns for me?
Loc up with me
How you gonna smoke up with me?
Post up with me and post a piccy (Argh)
If you're not really rolling with me I'm in the studio going silly
Bro's them with me, like the phones not going silly
Love for my hitters in Brum 'cah I stepped on my own in briny (Voila)
Preston city, but that jail there's all cold and shitty (Freezin')
Hindley robbed me for prop and said it got lost and didn't post it to me (Dickheads)
You must be joking with me
Now I ain't got shit, I need O's in Clingy
Get my man to throw this thingy
Hope that it lands and the whole of the wings all hoping with me (Wishing)
I'm in jail the phone's broken
But apparently, I'm cheating, 'cause she ain't spoken to me
Come off my phone, I'm fuckery (Get the fuck off my phone chatting shit)