Drill (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: King Von]
Von
We can slide right now
That's just how a n*gga feel and I ain't even high
They just killed one of my lil' cousins, I ain't even cry
Same n*gga just got shot up but he ain't even die, he still alive
But I'ma slide on him, I been to his crib I got my eye on him
I even put some money on his head, I got like five on him
And nah, we ain't stoppin' 'til they dead, we put that iron on 'em
A lot of n*ggas dyin', homie, let me know right now
'Cause if we drivin' in the car, you can't sit in the back
If a n*gga play or disrespect us then he gеttin' whacked
They done gavе D. Rose all that time, he tryin to give it back
Say you gon slide on me
You pull up over here swiss cheese your ride homie
I got Nikki Parker on my hip that big .45 on me
I hope that n*gga prayed and made salah 'cause he gon' die, homie

[Chorus: Looney Babie]
Yeah, I heard bout you
You's a b*tch that the word bout you
We gone come and get them birds out you
Before the feds get them birds out you
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
Brodie on them pills, yeah, he tweaking on them pills
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
And we see the right n*gga then somebody gettin' killed
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
Brodie on them pills, yeah, he tweaking on them pills
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
And we see the right n*gga then somebody gettin' killed
[Verse 2: Looney Babie]
We gon' fire a n*gga block up
Twelve stop signs couldn't stop us
Know that they felt safe when I was locked up
Know that hit swindles but not not us
Know that I'm too real I can't let no n*gga fake me
Know we play for keeps, I can't let no n*gga take me
No, nah, I don't talk to much but my mouth slicker than my auntie
More money more choppas, I'm bout to make these n*ggas hate me
Oh, you thinkin' with your di*k, huh?
Well, we gon' put this b*tch on you
You gon watch and we gon sit on you
Pull up and put this stick on you
And knock a n*gga top to his bottom that what this gonna do
Find out where they bury yo b*tch ass and I'm gon p*ss on you
'Cause I ain't got it all n*gga, not at all n*gga
I know that they'll take your head off before they ball with you
We catch you we gonna put your head on flat like a board n*gga
And f*ck whoever standing with you n*gga they gonna fall with you

[Chorus: Looney Babie]
Yeah, I heard bout you
You's a b*tch that the word bout you
We gone come and get them birds out you
Before the feds get them birds out you
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
Brodie on them pills, yeah, he tweaking on them pills
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
And we see the right n*gga then somebody gettin' killed
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
Brodie on them pills, yeah, he tweaking on them pills
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
And we see the right n*gga then somebody gettin' killed