Slim Jesus - Drill Time | Текст песни

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(Intro: King Yella)
Shout out Slim Jesus ya know we rockin' wit ya shorty
All that gang shit man, real gang shit
Squad shit don't fo'get that squad shit bitch
Chiraq man, them niggas really do this shit man, ain't no play play, nigga
Ya gon' meet yo day dumbass
Drill time!

(Verse: King Yella)
It's drill time make a mil time
Hustle hard stay on the grind
Skeezy gang 'til a nigga die
In the field shootin' in the Chi
Hit his top leave the fetty ah
Fetty Wap I got a lot of guap
I'm insane so fuck the opps
All my glizzy got hella mops
Dread head look like a mop
Thirty on him watch the soda pop
Then shoot 'til the soda pop
With hella drop count a million knots
Bankroll I'm fresh nigga
King Yella I'm next nigga
Cloud me up I'm the best nigga
Yo favorite rapper is a fuck nigga
Preparation helped me make a force
In the field neva play no sports
Bad bitch ass like a horse
Kill the beat I don't need a chorus
Number one fuck who is fourth
Been gang bangin' since a lil dwarf
South side shout out to the north
Free Splash he a fuckin' bug
Soft niggas really need a hug
Bullets in ya like a fucking drug
Dedicated to gettin' cake
Everyday bitch a holiday
Hippogriff livin' in the lake
Kill a nigga then skippin' states
Rollin' hard no fuckin' skates
Gorilla nigga I'm a fuckin' ape

(Interlude)
Let's get it
Let's get, let's get it
Squad
Killa!
Let's get it

(Verse 2: Killa Kellz)
It's JoJo world where we get it bustin'
Bitch we get it jumpin' like a kangaroo
I draw nigga and I paint them too
Around hella killers but they hella cool
No hesitation we'll get to spraying
Leave a nigga shakin' like a bopper do
Televise him and put him on the news
I'll wet a nigga like he in the pool
Team No Lacking I neva snooze
I stay packin' like I'm about to move
Insane we breakin' hella rules
But we checkin' bags like we work fo' George
We big ballin' ya'll lil balling
Ya'llz still shootin' don't play cool
Racked up like I play pool, betta yet like I play tennis
Ya start war, we go finish it
Got hella guns with hella drums
Fuck 30's no more extenders
Chiraq where niggas die at
Where niggas get popped niggas we rocked
And make bitch niggas go bye bye
Young niggas they tote guns and they'll neva eva hesitate
Ya old enough to play with a gun I'll kill his ass befo' he graduate
Nigga loose lips get sewed up
Niggas act tough 'til that mac bust
Make a stand up nigga fold up
An opp nigga betta not eva lack
That red dot will pop a nigga top and leave a nigga dead layin' on his back

(Verse 3: P. Rico)
Pull up to the cemetery cuz that's where all the opps at
Ride around with a bad bitch smokin' opp pack and she want to match
Take a nigga with no gun he a straight lick I need that
These hands grip big knots
Thirty pop make my hand hot
Squeeze a 30 in his deadlocks
His head look like a wet mop
Neva fear anotha man cuz anotha man bleed like me too
Niggas come ridin' down my block they don't even know how to shoot
Whole time I'm speakin' fast cuz niggas hoes that's true
Whole time ya'll some broke niggas, whole time mama just pray fo' ya'll
All my niggas outside playin' crazy catchin' bodies we gon' get involved
My lil niggas they outside they be shootin' shit just to prove a point
And I got older niggas outside totitn' thirties just got out the joint
All this cash on me, shawty ass on me but a nigga still on point
If a nigga run up on me I'mma shoot his ass like a fuckin' 3 point

(Verse 4: Slim Jesus)
Ya can't hang with me if ya on goofy shit
Let an opp stain me, I can't do that shit
Got a red dot with a ruler clip
That's thirty shots at yo medula bitch
I be flexin' hard got big bands
Fucked yo bitch prolly why ya mad
Double cupping like a kick stand
Smokin' loud pack I don't fuck with xans
Fuck boy twitter flexin' let him ball out
Pull up on him 30 clip let 'em all out
If ya ain't with ya gang then ya a stain to us
Extended clips extra ammo ya can't bang with us
So many haters on my dick I got to tote two straps
Blew up the internet put my city on the map
And I'm still posted up with my lil hommies in the fuckin' trap
Bad bitch roll up my weed and ya goofy if ya think all I do is rap

(Outro: Slim Jesus)
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

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