Six, seven
Ay, ay
Drills on drills on drills, someone put a belt on my shoulder
I'll drill them once and I'll drill them twice and
I'll drill these cunts 'til I'm older
Let it fucking fly but a homocide can't name a fucking crew colder
At a crossroads with his gun smoke
Mum's still praying for a soldier
Drills on drills on drills, someone put a belt on my shoulder
I'll drill them once and I'll drill them twice and
I'll drill these cunts 'til I'm older
Let it fucking fly but a homocide, can't name a fucking crew colder
Up at a crossroads with his gun smoke
Mums still praying for a soldier
Yeah please point me to the cantos saying
That he gon' one up man got picked
Old mate didn't wanna show 'cause he knows
That he would've got done up proper
Still in the field makin' pays like lock ya
All these rappers Eric Badders
Jump on the net and they talk like choppah
And that's facts on facts
Talk like gang that's racks on racks
Do a lot of things but I do not cap
People pull up
Get back, get back
(Shh shh)
Get back, get back
(Shh shh)
Get back, get back
(Shh shh)
Get back, get back
(Shh shh)
Get back, get clapped
Drills on drills on drills, someone put a belt on my shoulder
I'll drill them once and I'll drill them twice and
I'll drill these cunts 'til I'm older
Let it fucking fly but a homocide can't name a fucking crew colder
Up at a crossroads with his gun smoke
Mum's still praying for a soldier
Drills on drills on drills, someone put a belt on my shoulder
I'll drill them once and I'll drill them twice and
I'll drill these cunts 'til I'm older
Let it fucking fly but a homocide can't name a fucking crew colder
Up at a crossroads with his gun smoke
Mum's still praying for a soldier
Mum's still prayin' for a soldier
But I was young and broke so fuck it
Learned that strap and bust it back
That smoke there, you know I chuck it
Fans want me but you know I duck it
And the gang know me
I drop bars but I don't drop beef
Don't throw hands that 45 speaks
Had that fucking dog at his knees
Skinny cunt with heart of a lion
I'll go against any man
Go ask these cunts what happened last time
There weren't so many men
So pussy don't talk to me about work
If it get dished then my hands are first
Pray for them if they test my nerve
Learned that clip, fuck facts on verse
Talk like gang, that's racks on racks
Do a lot of this but I do not cap
People pull up
Get back, get back
(Shh shh)
Get back, get back
(Shh shh)
Get back, get back
(Shh shh)
Get back, get back
(Shh shh)
Get back, get clapped
Drills on drills on drills, someone put a belt on my shoulder
I'll drill them once and I'll drill them twice and
I'll drill these cunts 'til I'm older
Let it fucking fly but a homocide can't name a fucking crew colder
Up at a crossroads with his gun smoke
Mum's still praying for a soldier
Drills on drills on drills, someone put a belt on my shoulder
I'll drill them once and I'll drill them twice and
I'll drill these cunts 'til I'm older
Let it fucking fly but a homocide can't name a fucking crew colder
Up at a crossroads with his gun smoke
Mum's still praying for a soldier (still prayin' for a solder)