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drill bill - jay saucy lyrics

[intro]
ha
boom
boom
boom
like
we in this b*tch
gotta f*ck with a
elvis
bns on this b*tch
straight out of what
skrt
look, look, look

[verse 1 * jay saucy]
we see him he running like ricky
shooters spinning so much they get dizzy
i live what i rap ain’t no kizzy
getting bank i ain’t talking about bizzy
hold on
when i walk to the bank i just laugh at em’
bad b*tches come through and we clapping em’
if they all treeshes then we trashing them
if they talk on the gang then we catching em’
like
spin back with a mack throwing ike’s
i be all in the back with a pipe
two three and a stack like mike
like hold on
what
two pretty to uh
i don’t fight
got to walk with a gun all night
got to walk with a something like a dyk*
[verse 2 * lazy banz]
look
i run up a bag today (huh)
i flipped me them packs today (like)
give me the cash today (huh)
yeah i need a boa

[verse 3 * jay saucy]
need me td, a welly, a chevy
i used to trap with the bro’s in the telly
shooter a perk told him chill off the eddy
i need the cash, you could pay me on zelle

[verse 4 * lazy banz]
he missing his mans he dying
he a opp in the air he flying
these n*ggas is p*ssy they crying
tell em’ get back yeah for ryan
all these chevy checks when i hit em’
20k yeah, for the my denims
my 80z n*ggas gone get him
pop out yea we gone spin em’

[verse 5 * spooky tre]
yeah we shooting sh*t
metro the way i be booming sh*t
i be booming it
putting on for my city
jack me cause they know i be litty
from the home of the scammers and robbers and drug dealers
yeah we staying active so don’t f*ck with us
don’t stay in one place i’m a go getter
like strippers keep poles better back up
you a bum and you broke better stack up like
oh you better back up
i got 38 rounds in a mack tuck yeah
oh we run the stats up
want to beef with the what? they don’t match up (uh)
[verse 6 * jay saucy]
and i was just serving in georgia
i turn a dime and a nick to a quarter
i get a pack and i send it to florida
hold on
i keep a grip and a knock in the jeans
i keep the 40 unloaded
aye
i might just sip on the wock and the lean
i drive the whip like it’s stolen
aye
i put my shooters in motion
i play the point like i play for the what
henny and uh
she gone turn to a sl*t
stack like giannis, i play for the bucks

[verse 7 * lazy banz]
i run up a bag today (huh)
i flipped me them packs today (like)
give me the cash today (huh)
yeah i need a boa

[verse 8 * jay saucy]
need me td, a welly, a chevy
i used to trap with the bro’s in the telly
shooter a perk told him chill off the eddy
i need the cash, you could pay me on zelle
[outro]
(what)
(boom)
(boom)
(boom)
(boom)
(brr)
(yes)
(hold on)
(what)
(what)

- jay saucy lyrics

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