Baby Drill Flow lyrics

Fah' Fah
[Chorus]
Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn
One of my man's just died I'm mad as f*ck but I still can't feel that sh*t
Heard when an opp just got doped up when his ass get out we gon drill that b*tch
That lil hoe freak dat freak dat
Kick that hoe out the spot I ain't feel that b*tch
We on some murda sh*t, hold yo glizzy up, if you ever shot it
Clutching on this judge, it shoots shells like a f*cking shotty
n*gga why you cappin when you rapping ain't got no f*cking body
The way my youngins quick to pull some sh*t we need to pull the power
[Verse 1]
[?] the only thing we do, n*gga f*ck a colleague
I been pulling racks out of these skinny's like boy f*ck a wallet
n*gga's not even scamming they just take it out then redeposit
I was born with manners and with standards n*gga f*ck a fah
[Verse 2]
Thе way lil t be snatching souls, they thought he was еvil
They don't even know, he zip one up and then he pray to Jesus
Thank the lord for my mistake know i got right for all my people
They done snaked the n*gga won't promise that there will not be a sequel
[Verse 3]
Slap these n*ggas beside my glizzy hoe wanna start sh*t keep on coming
They thought i was from Detroit cuz just like Andre I be drumming
I called the mall lil baboon my brother gorillas and they money
I'm quick to walk out like Dwayne I got them lost just like Jumanji
[Verse 4]
Aye, heard they want dem dead but they ain't slid I guess they scared
f*ck that
Don't shoot a n*gga in the leg
Headshot, shoot a n*gga in some drip
Hot bar freak in a hot bar geek how you love her but she don't even get f*cked on the bed
f*ck a freak, n*gga lets meet
Sliding, lil t on the beat like a sled
f*ck a lil tweet
[Verse 5]
Thick lil bit tryna get in the sheets
Brand new whip can't f*ck up the seats
Get knocked off saying f*ck 12 every week
Big lil sh*t trying hoe out for the d
Freak ahh hoe can't f*ck with t
Now a hoe not for free
When this beef, he went RIP every f*cking week
[Verse 6]
Lots of sticks, lots of f*cking drums, lots of f*cking guns
n*gga we just like to send a load, we got lots of tons
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, racks we got lots of funds
Bat, bat, bat, bat, bat, We don't do one on ones
[Verse 7]
Ay this f*ck n*gga hit his ass now he don't know sh*t
House inside that water, I had floated like a blowfish
I just started rapping and they say T you on some goat sh*t
Man, long live lil twin shout out lil cam he on some mo sh*t
[Chorus]
Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn
One of my man's just died I'm mad as f*ck but I still can't feel that sh*t
Heard when an opp just got poked up when his ass get out we gon kill that b*tch
That lil hoe freak dat freak dat
Kick that hoe out the spot I ain't feel that b*tch
We on some murda sh*t, hold yo glizzy up, if you ever shot it
Clutching on this judge, it shoots shells like a f*cking shotty
n*gga why you cappin when you rapping ain't got no f*cking body
The way my youngins love to pull some sh*t we need to pull the power