Drill Time lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, Dasani)
Blatt
Blatt
Yeah
Okay, back up on my demon sh*t, I need bodies, I be fiendin', b*tch
Okay, rockin' all this ice, I be forgettin' I'm anemic, b*tch
Okay, I can't say exactly what I seen, but know I seen the sh*t (For an eye, whole world)
Go (Drilltime, what you cookin' up?)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, eye for an eye, we leave the whole world blind
And if I have to beef with all y'all, the whole world dyin'
I been down so f*cking long, feel like I'm sleeping underground
Who taught y'all how to tape the mag and flip the clip at war time?
"Oh, they ain't f*ckin' with you, Spina", yeah, I know it, cool, that's fine
I told y'all Mookie lost his soul before the news said hе died
I told y'all Rod-K was dead beforе his body had got found
"Oh, they ain't hearin what you said", I bet them b*tches hear me now
It's time to separate the real from the fake
Bro, on the real, these n*ggas fake
Like, "Spinz, you good?" Nah, I'm great
Still tryna find out why they hate
The only n*gga should be mad that boy I hit up with that Drac'
That boy got hit all in his face
It was a f*cking closed case
Now I'm gon' switch my flow, won't say no more, I swear that's for the jakes
These n*ggas dyin' for talkin' sh*t and now they ain't got sh*t to say
These n*ggas wildin', I don't play
I'm gon' shoot some sh*t by Wraith
Go pick up Ducci, actin stupid, shoot a movie with this K
If I pop out, I got my gun on me
"Oh, there go Spinz", you think it's sweet, no, it ain't nothin', homie
We drilling sh*t for fun, homie
I came with nobody but myself and this lil' gun on me
I told Meechie I might need some help, he said, "It's love, shorty"
[Chorus]
It's some poles in this house, it's my bros in this house
And we be spinnin' sh*t so hard, them traps be closed, in and out
Ever since I lost my dog, I swear this sh*t been slow as a drought
And then they hit three back-to-back, we take they souls and we out

[Verse 2]
Okay, back up on my demon sh*t, I need bodies, I be fiendin', b*tch
Okay, rockin' all this ice, I be forgettin' I'm anemic, b*tch
Okay, I can't say exactly what I seen, but know I seen the sh*t
Okay, mama say I'm blessed, but the police say I'm a demon jit
Okay, drop him, then don't say why I did it, he know the reason, b*tch
Okay, I won't take no break, I been at it, it's killin' season, b*tch
Okay, chopper sittin' up in the attic next to the Christmas sh*t
Okay, I want that n*gga Charles dead, I put that on my Christmas list
f*ck that, I want them n*ggas all dead, I ain't dissin', I'm just ventin', jit
They be thinkin' I'm a war vet, I'm with Hardhead and we blitzin' sh*t
Who want a fade? I'm on some clippers sh*t
You wanna play? Well, sh*t, I'm still a jit
I ain't go to school and sign up, but know I'm still legit (Alright, alright, it's 'bout time you stop, Spin)
Nah, f*ck it, I got some more to say (You done did the whole song)
Nah, f*ck it, I'm goin' anyway (What more can you say?)
I want these n*ggas dead on Father's Day
I'll pull up, put the car in park, drop a b*tch like I'm Holiday (J. Holiday)

[Bridge]
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go
[Chorus]
It's some poles in this house, it's my bros in this house
And we be spinnin' sh*t so hard, them traps be closed, in and out
Ever since I lost my dog, I swear this sh*t been slow as a drought
And then they hit three back-to-back, we take they souls and we out

[Outro]
Okay, back up on my demon sh*t, I need bodies, I be fiendin', b*tch
Okay, rockin' all this ice, I be forgettin' I'm anemic, b*tch
Okay, I can't say exactly what I seen, but know I seen the sh*t
Okay, mama say I'm blessed, but the police say I'm a demon jit