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lirik lagu drillikid 63opp - i'ma go dump that drace at his face

[intro]
(suede, this my sh~t)
brrr—uh~huh
drillikid!
i ain’t talkin’, i’m dumpin’ (yeah)
it’s up
(hahahaha)

[hook / chorus]
i’ma go dump that drace at his face, watch how i paint that lane (brrrah!)
catch that boy lackin’ in broad day, red dots all through his brain (boom!)
ain’t no peace where i come from, we load drums and bust out pain
my youngin took one for the block, now i’m back on demons again
spin that whip, black tint, pole on lap, i’ma bust first if he blink
i don’t trust sh~t, not even my b~tch, she text too fast, i think
i got too much death in reach, they pray that i don’t eat
tell that lil’ opp boy shut his mouth
‘cause his face gon’ meet this heat (boom boom boom)

[verse 1]
yeah, it’s blood all on my denim, but i still step in prada (on god)
told my cousin chill, he wildin’ out with that baby chopper
i gave out packs, gave out orders, then i went and flipped they block
told that ho stop cryin’ for me, this pain my only shot
i done seen too much, been crossed too many
funerals done turned me empty
if i say go, they gettin’ busy
this ain’t rap, this war ain’t pretty
i got clips like old~school shows
hundred rounds for all my foes
they took lil dre, now i’m on go
i want more blood, not just his bro
they see my face, they start to duck
i get close, i don’t give no f~ck
he post threats like he a demon
’til we dig him up in mud
[bridge / refrain]
i got henny in my cup
i got murder in my brain
i be cryin’ while i’m shootin’
that’s how deep i hold this pain
ain’t no choir, just .223s
no guitars, just ars sing
we don’t squash, we lay ’em flat
this that sh~t that war gon’ bring

[hook / chorus]
i’ma go dump that drace at his face, let the whole block shake (rahh!)
tell his mama he gone miss meals, that’s the price you pay
if you diss, we won’t forget
you post a song, we post your death
i’m from where them losses hit
and revenge don’t ever rest (never)

[verse 2]
i put fifty in that car, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a lease
i’m talkin’ rounds, b~tch, this real beef
not no twitter, not no tweet
boy, i slide before i speak
put that mask down for the creep
let him talk, he won’t talk long
he gon’ sleep six feet deep (boom!)
i ain’t ask for none of this
but they made me who i am
ain’t no guidance where i’m from
just a stick and shaky hands
i got shooters in the north
i got k!llers on demand
say my name, it get too dark
you’ll need god to understand
yeah—my new glock came with a switch
like my heart did last december
i was 10, on a l!ck
caught my first opp in november
never froze, never snitched
that’s the code that i remember
got no soul, just hollow tips
and this pain i can’t surrender (nah)
[outro / interlude]
all the way home…
all the way home… (never make it back…)
drillikid, b~tch…
they ain’t gon’ make it
(sleep tight, p~ssy…)

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