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it’s a drill - young pappy lyrics

[intro]
i put money over these thot hoes, ain’t sh*t gon’ change
i got hoes repping my sh*t, i got b*tches screaming my name
repping three words, three fs, three letters, that’s t*f*
*g, b*tch, we deep, b*tch, and we send shots if you sneak diss
but we been hot since the y, holmes, n*ggas shooting with their eyes closed
but they talking ’bout this drilling sh*t, never heard about them k!lling sh*t
midnite, go follow folks on twitter at “imdrillinsh*t”
and i’m at “inmollyworld,” so follow me if you feeling this

[verse 1]
larry mac my bro, b*tch, i ain’t got to talk ’cause he know this
roll a thoinks, then smoke this, pull a .30 when i tote this
no remorse when i show this, when i show this, i’ma blow this
i got hoodies all in my .40 and i got hollows in my four*fifth
r*i*p lil eddie, come through in that chevy
and i got the pipe and i’m ’bout to strike ’cause i’m ’bout this life, i been ready, so
free my n*gga lil heavy, ho, and lil’ cannon montana
you f*ck n*gga, i started this, i got n*ggas rocking bandanas
b*tch, i’m rocking bandanas, thought that i was santana
popping pills, i’m high, try to reach me with an antenna
but you can’t, b*tch, ’cause i’m that high
ralph lauren rugby, i’m that fly
f*ck a plane, i’m jet fly
got a bad b*tch with a s*x drive
got gunns on moe guns, guns on more guns
love this life, it is so fun, but i’ll take yours if you don’t run
lemon squeeze on this .45 and i’m so high like, “oh my”
i got two watches, two rings and two chains, that’s “no lie”
[chorus]
b*tch, it’s a drill, volunteer to get k!lled
got to keep that on you, in these streets, this sh*t real
b*tch, it’s cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7*4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
b*tch, it’s a drill, volunteer to get k!lled
got to keep that on you, in these streets, this sh*t real
b*tch, it’s cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7*4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet

[verse 2]
you send shots, i send more back, you send two, i send four back
you get the picture like kodak, i keep it on me, you know that
my eyes, they change, and my name, it ding
and, um, f*ck n*gga, it ring bells, so you f*ck with me, i bring h*ll
to your hood, your block, have your block looking like no block
extended*clips, we got more shots, this money just bought me more opps
my block live, stovetop; police thot, got four cars
n*ggas deep, got more slots; got h*lla fiends, so it’s more rocks
we got indicted h*lla fast, lil’ biggie check h*lla bags
said we got indicted h*lla fast, lil’ toney check h*lla bags
i’m a lil’ n*gga that got lil’ n*ggas
big guns, got lil’ triggers
b*tch, run, ’cause i will hit ya
got h*lla choppas, they will split ya, f*ck? (b*tch)
all my n*ggas packing
7*4, we stacking, got too many opps to be lacking
in this field, it’s cracking
you better not get caught in this traffic
it’ll be curtains for n*ggas ’cause i’m lurking for n*ggas
[chorus]
b*tch, it’s a drill, volunteer to get k!lled
got to keep that on you, in these streets, this sh*t real
b*tch, it’s cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7*4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet
b*tch, it’s a drill, volunteer to get k!lled
got to keep that on you, in these streets, this sh*t real
b*tch, it’s cracking, so we packing, got too many opps to be lacking
7*4, we stacking, got 21 more in each ratchet

[outro]
man, i swear a lot of n*ggas not gon’ like this sh*t
a lot of howard n*ggas, a lot of coward n*ggas
i’m die ls for alex, i’m ls up for l dubb
i’m in the field for real, n*gga, i’m in traffic with it on me, that’s on my homie, f*ck you mean?
i’m tired of these opp*ass thots, i call ’em “opp thots,” man
bruh said, “opp thot turn a shot thot into a coffin”
ebony, it’s tfg, man (the f*cking guys)
ha, young pappy, i got it on me

- young pappy lyrics

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