Drill Time lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dude]
Huh, these n*ggas peons, hah

[Verse 1: Lil Dude]
Huh, these n*ggas peons
They runnin' in the field just like Deion
Stand on the block, got thirty in the long johns
They cheer for the kid, your b*tch got pom-poms
I came with the stick and it's from Vietnam
The drake gon' kick, it gon' knock off your arm
b*tch like Beyoncé, ring the alarm
Hop out the free car totin' a bomb
Big chopper bullet knock down King Kong
Kill the b*tch, body got found in the farm
Catch us a body, now we on the run
He caught him a body but singin' them songs
Double back back to back like ping pong
Marvin Gaye with the stick, let's get it on

[Verse 2: Goonew]
Uh, sippin' lean in the trap on the floor
Fifty round b*tch, who the f*ck is you though?
Chop up the bricks and the J's at the door
Hundred round drum, we gon' kick in your door
Pop me a perc and my young n*ggas score
Post on the block and I'm sellin' that dope
Trap in the hood, all the junkies know
Sellin' that white girl, got that smoke
Uh, serve a junkie, yeah, right in the front yard
Your brother, he dead, he died in a parking spot
Oops, he dead, he wanted to talk a lot
Migo b*tch, got the bricks and I order that
Hundred guns in the trap where the water at
f*ckin' my wrist up, got the water wet
f*ckin' that bad b*tch, got that water wet
Goonrich got the bricks and he order that
[Verse 3: Lil Dude]
Skrrt skrrt, pull up, free car
Smokin' OG up out of the glass jar
I'm rockin' Dior, these n*ggas rock dada
The chopstick sing like fah-la-la-la-la
Run to the bank, laugh like ha-ha-ha
Glock-21 go boom boom, grah-ta
My young n*gga gon' bring twelve in the trap
I came with the bag, know if he shout

[Verse 4: Goonew]
Uh, Goonrich n*gga with a big gun, uh
Servin' that water, come and get one, uh
f*ckin' that b*tch, get her head done, uh
Hit you a lick, better get one, uh
f*ckin' that b*tch, better pick one, uh
Still in the hood with the stick on her, uh
f*ckin' that b*tch with a big butt, uh
Spinnin' a bin with my big homie, uh

[Verse 5: Lil Dude]
AR kick, Jet Li
Taliban Gang, put your ass on the big screen
I pull on your block dressed up like a dope fiend
I got a DE and I named that b*tch Darlene
You got good dope, n*gga sellin' that morphine
Spin with that Glock-21 and the 19
Come with that stick then you know that's a crime scene
Pull up lowkey, n*gga don't even mind me
Boom boom, you know that we grind
The shot nonstop, it sound like a rhyme
I called me an alias name, couldn't find him
Back door, we pullin' upright beside him
Drippin' Dior like Osama bin Laden
These pus*y ass n*ggas, they voted for body
They know you for rhymin', they know me for slidin'
When a shot go off, n*gga duckin' and glidin'
[Verse 6: Goonew]
Uh, Goonwick, b*tch I play with the drums
Big boy sh*t, man we shoot with the pump
Big dog chopstick hit him in the arm
I play with them bricks and I'm throwin' them bombs
Trap sh*t, I got that work on the farm
Bad b*tch, f*ckin' that b*tch on her arm
Catchin' the pack and I'm stiffin' my arm
Big gun, hit with the flick of the arm