lirik lagu lee drilly – fk everybody
[intro: dthang]
look, like
like, huh?
yo, free tdot, free b lane, free edai, free stunna, free lotti
beat by yamaica productions, baby
free my hearts, n~gga
grrah, grrah, grrah~grrah, boom
yo, free my hearts
rpt, 4sev’, 4sev’, like
[verse 1: dthang]
free all my brothers, y’all know how we bop, like
to the road to the rock
scream rpt, she turned into a thot, like
now she givin’ the drop
there’s a situation when we post on they block
they tuckin’ them scalpels, they runnin’ the rock
free edai, a demon, like
mr. set~it~off just to go to the box
we be speedin’ in cars, screamin’, “hop out the v”
i told reefy, “walk up and just creep”
and the way i be billin’ like a song on repеat
catch me a shh, you know i’ma tweak, like, huh?
thеy know i’m elite, like, huh?
i cannot link her, huh?
’cause shorty, she mixy
she was screamin’, “uh~huh”
she got smacked wit’ the glizzy
last o got turned to a mystery
i told gunna, “slide up wit’ artillery”
and she used to front back then
now she ask like, “do you remember me?”
baby girl, i’m just matchin’ your energy
all the perkys just f~ck up my memory
all you hear is, “rpt, grrt, boom, boom, boom”
if he diss in the morning, gon’ die by the noon
i know [?], he bought him a broom
say what? it’s lit?
adam runned and got caught wit’ a stick
but i got a new chop, like
’cause i heard there’s new opps, like
they just talk, but they never do sh~t
i told reemo to poke up his ribs
and the opps doin’ bad in the 4
drilly gz keep poppin’ they door
and the opps doin’ bad in the roads
like, gang, gang, gang
[verse 2: bando]
free tmac, free hane, free bg, free tdot
brodie come home, then it’s lit
n~ggas talk on my block, but they never did sh~t
stunna geek, mr.~hop~out~and~blitz
dthang gon’ slide, ain’t no warnin’, it’s tell him, “get on ’em”
please do not run when we spin
run up on me, then i’m scorin’, bullets start pourin’
if it jam, he get beat wit’ the grip
they stay on the net ’til they see us in person
off a perky, been knockin’ her birkin
smokin’ they n~ggas while they really hurtin’
step on court, better duck when i’m purgin’
told ’em link and come spin on a dirt bike
i know gunna pop out and get on ’em
never lack and i stay wit’ the burner
[?] wit’ me, keep knocks in the corner
how they smokin’ on bro, they got how many packs?
why the opps got my name on they tracks?
say n~ggas keep dyin’, like, come and get back
cannot lack, gotta stay wit’ the strap
[verse 3: reem]
gang, me and gunna on court, play defense
any opp run up, we gon’ leave ’em
like, f~ck it, hop out, send shots, now he leanin’
we gon’ creep through the front, we gon’ leave through the back
me and reefy in all black, y’all know what’s goin’ on
[?] in they block
and they of course never send no shots
[?] go out like trippy
i catch mikey, he [?], he tripped
it get nasty
spin through the hill tryna’ catch a oy
[?] wraith ’cause we look for sosa
hop out the v ’cause we lift on both sides, like
it get hot outside, so y’all better not slip
move tac’, two poles, me and kev’s on the strip
[?]
told ’em, park up, who this, like
hop out, walk up, don’t miss, like
and no, we not aimin’ for legs
chop out, walk up, don’t miss, like
and no, we not aimin’ for legs
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah~grrah, boom
[verse 4: lee drilly]
if you try to beat me, you left off quick, and
i can’t stop, i’m a man on a mission
separate real life from the fiction
martin luther dream, that’s what made me rigid
she ain’t gettin’ in left, she let me hit it
only section where she pay a visit
opps can’t travel, got their money pivot
[?] just listen
n~gga prolly’ died thinkin’ it was sweet
totin’ six, walkin’ wit’ the heat
havin’ n~ggas runnin’ ’til it got deep
now i keep a knocker walkin’ down the street
all these b~tches on me, they like, “yo, that’s lee”
gave her answers, shorty took a leap
asked her, does she eat me, really use her t~~th
told her, “never mind, baby, go and be free”
gettin’ hound paper money is a must
free the guys, in dummy, can we trust
disrespectin’ bros thinkin’ that you tough
i ain’t gettin’ mad, another bites the dust
gettin’ hoes since three, couldn’t even f~ck
fifteen years later, now i’m gettin’ rumped
if you on that block, then you out of luck
b~tches shot two, [?] what?
and free mb, first to let off shots
free [?], first to own a chop
oj home, first day, hit a opp
money first, then run up in the spot
talk about me, boy, i did a lot
first young n~gga on the block
drillin’ like a demon, put him in a box
send that b~tch to blizzy, tryna’ meet the flocks
puerto rican plug, hit ’em for the keys
on the way back, watchin’ for the deez
if they try to get me, it’s a high~speed
trigger finger itchin’, think it get me fleas
lil’ b~tch a demon, movin’ like she eve
eat the apple, splittin’ out the seeds
they ain’t never talk about birds in the bees
i was learnin’ how to show that c’s
ridin’ ’round thirty, never take the wheel
i’m a qb, throwin’ in the field
and we grew up different, ramen was the meal
so don’t tell me how to f~ckin’ feel
i gotta hit you [?], tell me how to drill
k!ll in music, but ain’t never k!ll
[?] poppin’ all these pills
dude that’s in the t’s, drilly gz for real
[verse 5: yus gz]
[?]
that’s on bro, they know what i do
like, he tried to run, but i already threw, like
b~tch, i could show you the proof
get in my bag, keep a knock in the booth
if brodie gon’ up it, i’m uppin’ it too
why the opps keep on talkin’ like they will improve?
i f~cked this b~tch and that p~ssy was loose
slide through, hop out, we get ’em gone
why they talkin’ on bro in they songs?
they never on sh~t, never saw you perform
heard they smokin’ on who? what’s wrong?
hop out on his block just to see what he on
talkin’ hot and the glizzy get drawn
like, that b~tch a smoochie, she come for the [?]
smokin’ jah loc, he was tryna’ run home
[verse 6: 6ixx]
and you know i stay wit’ the knock~ups
if you wanna get wit’ me, move proper
don’t got the knock, get kicked like soccer
couple shots to his chest like vodka
ebk, rpt, we them top shottas
top five, yeah, i’m on that roster
bando wit’ me, watch him shoot a opp spotter
if it jam up, he get beat wit’ the choppa
and i’m smokin’ they mans, you know that’s a problem, like
hollows hot like grabba
free drilly gz, that’s demons and goblins, like
just watch how we solve ’em
i keep a stick, can’t go out like mitch
throwin’ shots if we catch us a mitch
smokin’ on yellow, he restin’ in p~ss
he got hit, they ain’t never do sh~t
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