Drill Code ’19 lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Frozen hearts, cold clips
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
We slide up in your sector, we ain't here to play
Masked up like it's a heist, but it's just another day
Aimin' straight for necks, we don’t shoot below the waist
It’s a code we live by, written deep inside the gray
Ain’t no second chances, better get up out our way
My shorties move in silence, leave no shells to trace
Talkin’ crazy in them DMs, now he gone without a face
We gon' drill then hit the booth, make a hit the same day

[Verse 1]
Snow fallin' on the Glock, I keep it tucked beneath the coat
Thirty rounds in the drum, got the opps like, "He on GO"
Cameras on the light pole, still we movin' like a ghost
I ain't never seen his papers, now he claimin' he a loc
Told my shorty “Spin again,” that first time was just a test
He ain’t drop, then double back, put hollows in his vest
We don’t do no IG flexin’, we just ice him, then we rest
In the cut like peroxide, clean him up, then let it fester
I be chillin’ in the frost, but my weapon throwin’ flames
Icyboy but hot with pressure, melt his hoodie with my aim
Keep a blade like I’m a reaper, catch him lackin’ on that train
And that Draco got attachments that’ll rearrange his brain
[Chorus]
We slide up in your sector, we ain't here to play
Masked up like it's a heist, but it's just another day
Aimin' straight for necks, we don’t shoot below the waist
It’s a code we live by, written deep inside the gray
Ain’t no second chances, better get up out our way
My shorties move in silence, leave no shells to trace
Talkin’ crazy in them DMs, now he gone without a face
We gon' drill then hit the booth, make a hit the same day

[Verse 2]
Caught him by the dumpsters, slippin' with his phone
Left him on the gravel, screen cracked, now he gone
I was thirteen with a Ruger, found my path in icy zones
By nine, had my block callin’ me the Northern Throne
Tints so dark, can't see who ridin', but you know we bringin' smoke
Put his name up in the snow, now he viral off a post
Ain’t no rap beef, we do silence, only opps hear when it blow
We don’t dance, we let it ring, thirty hollow tips in rows
No features, just my heater, and a duffel full of code
Drill Code ‘19, boy, it’s inked into my soul
Frostbite on my trigger finger, still won’t let it go
Told the reaper "take the wheel" if I ever lose control

[Chorus]
We slide up in your sector, we ain't here to play
Masked up like it's a heist, but it's just another day
Aimin' straight for necks, we don’t shoot below the waist
It’s a code we live by, written deep inside the gray
Ain’t no second chances, better get up out our way
My shorties move in silence, leave no shells to trace
Talkin’ crazy in them DMs, now he gone without a face
We gon' drill then hit the booth, make a hit the same day