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last lap - drilla lyrics

[intro]
homicides are up over fifty percent compared to last year
but the fact is, in some south and westside neighborhoods
it’s guns, drugs and gangs
beyond the guns and the gangs, the city is coping with a street culture
in which all too often, the silliest squabbles lead to deadly force
so fifty*two shot, eight dead in only three days
and the city seems all but numb to an epidemic of violence
it’s wick

[verse]
better keep your head up and keep your pipe, this sh*t get hectic
i seen that vid of zoo, put a smile on my face, somebody stretched him
goofy, lamе n*gga, you somewhere tuckеd ot, i ain’t even gon’ address ’em
loose screw gravedigger, you know i stopped this rap sh*t and we out here steppin’ (nemii, this b*tch r*t*rded)
i be trappin’, rappin’, shootin’, my brothers say i’m the goat
how buddy rap that sh*t, but ain’t in them cars? his block let him say what he want
ash keep sayin’ he gon’ k!ll me, i just laugh at him and i tell him he don’t
you the type to get lo’ on the opps, a straight b*tch, you gon’ send it to bro, i’m the one who gon’ go
tell ’em a secret about me, one of my eyes is bad, i gotta get close on a n*gga
love that new pack, that’s that zoo pack, and sixteen smoke up more of the swisher
big bro mad ’bout lil’ bro, f*ck that n*gga, give his ass some tissue
soon as he die, i’m goin’ straight to the stu’, n*gga, i’m plannin’ to diss you
we told you we was gon’ get you, didn’t we? d*mn, he can’t reply
y’all surprised? y’all know how this go when you go against the y’s, this all i know (nemii, this b*tch r*t*rded)
i can’t go against this sh*t even if i tried
i’m gdk, i’m bdk, i’m y’er man, i’m die 5, but anyway
pop out totin’ a drac’, this how i feel today
new pretty b*tch let me do whatever i want and do whatever i say
she love how i f*ck her
she don’t want no kids, so i put it on her face
somebody tell lala come home to dada, i love datin’ up my race
n*ggas and b*tches be tender, i don’t think i should’ve said that
they say drilla been comin’ crazy lately, i don’t where my head at (nemii, this b*tch r*t*rded)
i’m young money, one of the bippers, n*gga, you know where i stand at
n*ggas from nowhere around tryna in the beef, that’s gon’ get yours man whacked, head*tap
[?][1:42], i pop my sh*t on every track
a opp just died
ayy, alexa, play rod rave “last lap,” he dead now
i’m steady countin’ these bands, i think i lost count
i ain’t even count this other cash, i know it’s a large amount
y ‘nem said, “pop your sh*t,” so i went it and brought it out
just know drilla had it in when they was sayin’ it was a drought
i get ’em in, then get ’em gone
i try to stay busy ’cause if we get bored, probably be outside your home
lil’ bro tryna max his badges, i’m right with him, tryna get sh*t gone
[outro]
(nemii, this b*tch r*t*rded)

- drilla lyrics

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