text: Drill Lyrics
  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
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