Drill Time (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: King Yella]
Shout out Slim Jesus you know we rocking with you shorty
All that gang sh*t man, real gang sh*t
Squad sh*t don't forget that squad sh*t b*tch
Chiraq man, them n*ggas really do this sh*t man, ain't no play play, n*gga
You gon' meet your day dumbass
Drill time!

[Verse 1: King Yella]
It's drill time make a mil time
Hustle hard stay on the grind
Skeezy gang 'til a n*gga die
In the field shooting in the Chi
Hit his top leave the fetty ah
Fetty Wap I got a lot of guap
I'm insane so f*ck the opps
All my glizzy got hella mops
Dread head look like a mop
Thirty on him watch the soda pop
Then shoot 'til the soda pop
With hella drop count a million knots
Bankroll I'm fresh n*gga
King Yella I'm next n*gga
Clout me up I'm the best n*gga
Your favorite rapper is a f*ck n*gga
Preparation helped me make a force
In the field never play no sports
Bad b*tch ass like a horse
Kill the beat I don't need a chorus
Number one f*ck who is fourth
Been gang banging since a little dwarf
South side shout out to the north
Free Splash he a f*cking bug
Soft n*ggas really need a hug
Bullets in you like a f*ckin' drug
Dedicated to getting cake
Everyday b*tch a holiday
Hippogriff living in the lake
Kill a n*gga then skipping states
Rolling hard no f*cking skates
Gorilla n*gga I'm a f*cking ape
[Break]
Let's get it
Let's get, let's get it
Squad
Killa!
Let's get it

[Verse 2: Killa Kellz]
It's JoJo world where we get it busting
b*tch we get it jumping like a kangaroo
I draw n*gga and I paint them too
Around hella killers but they hella cool
No hesitation we'll get to spraying
Leave a n*gga shaking like a bopper do
Televise him and put him on the news
I'll wet a n*gga like he in the pool
Team No Lacking I never snooze
I stay packing like I'm about to move
Insane we breaking hella rules
But we checking bags like we work for jewellers
We big balling y'all little balling
Y'alls still shooting don't play cool
Racked up like I play pool, better yet like I play tennis
You start war, we go finish it
Got hella guns with hella drums
f*ck 30's no more extenders
Chiraq where n*ggas die at
Where n*ggas get popped n*ggas we rocked
And make b*tch n*ggas go bye bye
Young n*ggas they tote guns and they'll never ever hesitate
You old enough to play with a gun I'll kill his ass before he graduate
n*gga loose lips get sewed up
n*ggas act tough 'til that mac bust
Make a stand up n*gga fold up
An opp n*gga better not ever lack
That red dot will pop a n*gga top and leave a n*gga dead laying on his back
[Verse 3: P. Rico]
Pull up to the cemetery cause that's where all the opps at
Ride around with a bad b*tch smoking opp pack and she want to match
Take a n*gga with no gun he a straight lick I need that
These hands grip big knots
Thirty pop make my hand hot
Squeeze a thirty in his dreadlocks
His head look like a wet mop
Never fear another man cause another man bleed like me too
n*ggas come riding down my block they don't even know how to shoot
Whole time I'm speaking fast cause n*ggas hoes that's true
Whole time y'all some broke n*ggas, whole time mama just pray for y'all
All my n*ggas outside playing crazy catching bodies we gon' get involved
My little n*ggas they outside they be shooting sh*t just to prove a point
And I got older n*ggas outside toting thirties just got out the joint
All this cash on me, shorty ass on me but a n*gga still on point
If a n*gga run up on me I'mma shoot his ass like a f*cking three point

[Verse 4: Slim Jesus]
You can't hang with me if you on goofy sh*t
Let an opp stain me, I can’t do that sh*t
Got a red dot with a ruler clip
That's 30 shots at your medula b*tch
I be flexing hard got big bands
f*cked your b*tch prolly why you mad
Double cupping like a kick stand
Smoking loud pack I don't f*ck with xans
f*ck boy twitter flexing let him ball out
Pull up on him 30 clip let 'em all out
If you ain't with you gang then you a stain to us
Extended clips extra ammo you can't bang with us
So many haters on my di*k I got to tote two straps
Blew up the internet put my city on the map
And I'm still posted up with my little homies in the f*cking trap
Bad b*tch roll up my weed and you goofy if you think all I do is rap
[Outro: Slim Jesus]
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it