text: Drill Lyrics
  The search has claimed that social media is being used increasingly by gangs, to provoke each other and could be responsible for a rise in violence. The social group Catch22 told Sky News that, Videos and pictures posted online can intensify other rivalries, in ways not experienced by previous generations.
  Let me tell you how my animals move
  Step in the cut, designer shoes, done it in Canada Goose
  And these neeks aint touch me ever, Ive bored up their olders too
  Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it, Harlem Loose
  Crime scenes we done many plus, SA way too cheffy
  Anytime the opps make snaps, me, M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly
  Splash man down thats blood pon many, we came through and them boy werent ready
  Step for the kill dont bring that celly, say misch mash but their stacks on empty
  Got Naghz like Future got Metro, shoot that nigga if bro dont trust
  Slow down baby or screw me, trying on my hoodie, put it down love
  Smoking on dog or cookie, I see man stooky when shotgun buss
  You get got then you run out of luck
  Bruck down 20 of each
  I distribute grubs at the same way, President Trump distributing his speech
  I swear me and T wouldve been rich, if we ever had a run thats clean
  But for years we was doing up jail, between two Gs thats hundreds of weeks
  Thats all for jugging and violence, obbo in the hood thats Trident
  Things in the kitchen thats science, trap phones filled up with clients
  And the opps cant tell me bout riding, I had the whole block smelling like tyres
  And I know what it feels like to be dead broke, I scrapped the fuck out the Pyrex
  I heard a whole load of sirens
  How they talk about pressure? When its me that applied it
  I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra
  Dem man are Brock like Lesnar
  I still get it in a dance, I couldnt give a fuck about wands and sensors
  Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless
  My phone done a One last night, I just spent it
  Cause these weapons still part of expenses, Im still stuck in the trenches
  Been locked in a room with weights and benches, my trap phone still bench press
  Spend it on teeth and we aint even gotta go dentist
  Drilling, trapping, olympic chinging
  Name an opp block I aint been in
  Anything green get bun, hit anyone except kids and women
  Rambos twinning, on a late night tryna catch man slippin
  Go home with my black blade drippin, dem man run, shit, I pray that I catch one trippin
  Chef man down Im Michelin starred, tools in the ride like Im fixing a car
  Whos got a problem? No block in Tottenham does more drilling than ours
  I can get man down with the team, or I can ride alone
  Leave my house and my keys, rambo tucked and a Lyca phone
  Jakes done a raid at my mums house, I can tell that she aint impressed
  I swear down I really hate these feds
  Must think Im dumb, to have this gun and stay at the same address
  They couldnt rate me less
  DC tried read my rights, told him not to waste his breath
  Red up on a g-pack, all of these cells that I hit to the b-cats
  Could have me back in a cell in a b-cat, and I aint tryna see that
  So I gotta step with caution, sliders or expensive Jordans
  RV Im stuck in the trap, like my girl didnt get an abortionEmbed