[Intro]
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[Verse]
Drill on me, I'm like drill on who?
I'm a trap n***a but a driller too
Work a game to the trap and dash
Then I pack a pebs, that's a Q on Queue
I just came back from country
And my armpits smelling all funky
I was up all night serving
I'm bussing jokes with the junkies
Money never met, so I made that happen
I whip it in the kitchen
Then put it in pebs
The Samsung's ringing, that's pattern
A lot of man chat bout bangin' on Dappz
But all now, nothin' ain't happened
Like 10 man caught man lackin'
The tables turnt, then it would have been crackin'
I been on your block and bound with the dots
Go on then, tell me I'm lying
Dumb n***as playing with their lives
This beef's all games 'til n***as start dying
I'll do man up and then hit the trap
Back to the whippin' and dicing
Back to the Samsung ringing
Back to the peddle back grindin'
Turn a [?] whip to a ding dong
And a penthouse to a trap
Put cocaine in the Pyrex
In a few minutes, it's crack
I got trident on my back
They want me locked in the can
The observation is mad
I know they're watching my gang