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brody trippin - ceo trayle & babydrill lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
(whatitdoflip)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse 1: ceo trayle]
i don’t put my fingerprints on bullets
semi*auto into a fully
yeah, yeah, yeah, we was collecting clips and guns like we goin’ to war
one, two, three, backdoor 4
ayy, f*ck that b*tch ’cause she was poor
yeah, kick a door
wanna be down with gang, go up the score
i was just closin’ maybach doors
yeah, went on a drill, me and babydrill
i took the pint from ’em still sealed
i took his life from him, he flinched
yeah, went on a move with a flunkie, dumbass got me pinched
told this b*tch don’t call my phone if she tryna vent
i don’t call n0body off this phone, this phone here right for the blitz
you know we got bags now, came up from three*fives and zips
tell the b*tch, “leave,” she ain’t tryna dip
.223 with a pistol grip

[verse 2: babydrill]
5.56s end your career
when it’s time to slide, i volunteer
i get active without a pill
huh, work a drac’ while tryna steer (babydrill)
huh, touch, i get him k!lled
i’m paranoid, stay in the rear
c4 blow up sh*t, i walk sh*t down, b*tch, that’s an overk!ll
[chorus: babydrill]
brodie trippin’, they do drills in covid masks like, “f*ck the camera”
brodie trippin’, he spin in his mama sh*t, he don’t care what happen
brodie trippin’, hop out with that switchy, break down your bone like cancer
he lethal with his stick, hang out the window, this b*tch hard to handle

[verse 3: babydrill]
1900 got more guns than the gun store, call me baby rambo
took the pot and scr*pe the side, ho, drill got that sh*t from lil’ hunxho
come here, b*tch, i wife the side ho
amiri the jean, pour up in purple
glock high*five backs, b*tch, i burp hoes
don’t trust these n*ggas, don’t take it personal

[verse 4: ceo trayle]
uh, yeah, tell ’em don’t take it personal
n*gga all black like a burglar
ayy, it’s big backdoor murderer
gave that b*tch back, but i turnt her up
dior gettin’ dirty, i stepped on sh*t
ayy, babydrill just threw two extra clips
these n*ggas be broke, they ain’t on sh*t
ayy, i’m a grown*ass man, i take my l!ck
b*tch, your mama say don’t hang with us, we criminals
ayy, n*ggas don’t talk that sh*t on ig, post subliminals
yeah, i charge him the maximum, but i go pay the mininum
you know them demons been in here
sn*tch anything, you’re dead right here
4
[chorus: babydrill]
brodie trippin’, they do drills in covid masks like, “f*ck the camera”
brodie trippin’, he spin in his mama sh*t, he don’t care what happen
brodie trippin’, hop out with that switchy, break down your bone like cancer
he lethal with his stick, hang out the window, this b*tch hard to handle

- ceo trayle babydrill lyrics

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