Takin That Trip lyrics

[Intro: Lee Drilly & Premegotracks]
n*ggas always gon' say what they gon' do when they see me
What they almost did when they saw me
But never what the f*ck they did
(Suck our di*ks n*gga)
Suck my di*k
(Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
(Damn, Jefe)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
(Lee Drilly, look)
(94Gz, no Gz like these, ya heard, jack Bs, we jack bigger Bs, drop my sh*t, we gon' let it squeeze)
(Murder-Wuu)
(E-Wuu)

[Verse 1: Lee Drilly]
He was talkin' that sh*t, like grrah, grrah, grrah
We was takin' that trip to his side, side, side
Three demons, three chops with the 9, 9, 9
If I see him it's lit, he gon' die, die, die
And ya' b*tch a thot, she gon' slide, slide, slide
I'ma f*ck and she out, like byе, bye, bye
And I run, catch Dougie, its grrah, grrah, grrah
On thе bridge let it sing like na-na-na-na
I'm doing my thing, if you mad, you a hater
I'm going up, I'll see y'all n*ggas later
Two guns on the Sev, I ain't blazer
But if I catch one, I'ma take em
Murda play the game, send you to the maker
E-Wuu goin' dumb, my son is a gangster
I'ma shape him up, hit him with the razor
Papa have him shocked, I ain't talkin tazers
[Verse 2: Lee Drilly]
Know it's well I got shooters from outta town
I'm a demon, don't call me a problem child
Oh he flexin' on the gram 'cuz he fly for now?
All that drip cannot save him when he die in style
June 5th for the opps the worst day
June 5th, Rite died on a thursday
June 5th, Marky got it the worst way
June 5th the Necio n*gga birthday
That n*gga Lee Drilly who got you on BT?
I avoid the question, tell him TP
Y'all gon' know when I put him on TV
No get back, tell them n*ggas come see me
I said, we bend blocks, bend blocks thats repeat
We send shots heat top thats freezy
Bullets hot connect like WiFi
We got red and blue and green beams
Don't run up on my block, I'm posted with the bros
I could do a drill and they'll never know
'Cuz I done seen some tough n*ggas done told
And the soft n*ggas stay ten-toes
Call a bluff, n*gga you ain't blow
n*ggas pus*y and getting exposed
How you hatin' on me and you old?
Till a young n*gga take ya' soul
[Verse 3: E-Wuu]
One, stop dissing the gang, put down the mic and pic up a gun
Two, y'all know what we do, 94s after you and your crew let it off/ like
Three, but still got more so don't try to act bad and I got a beam
Lee Drilly with me, y'all know what we on, brodie really a tweak
Whoopty, deadgame I never stop, I'm flocking on Flocks , we bent that block
Ask them DOA 187 n*ggas who really make it hot
Drilly gang, we sent them shots, we make it hot, we drop them opps
Rippy, Nazzy, went out bad but n*ggas took that on the hot
But wait, why the 300 n*ggas keep mentioning Rah?
I don't care who you with, everybody get hit better duck when I slide, we don't f*ck with no Flocks
Why they keep dissing but how many n*ggas got dropped on they block?
Rite, Rippt, Nazzy, Gup, Pack, all got left up on that block
But hold onSha EK n*gga broke why that n*gga keep dissin'?
That's on bro, that n*gga not with it
JB saw him school, he ain't click it
We with MB and Lee spin blocks like a fidget
I got the chop on they block I'ma hit em
Lee keep up and click 'til it's finished
Thats on bro they-

[Verse 4: Lee Drilly]
Done masked up cause I'm back in that b*tch
Two chops and they start on blackin' his sh*t
Duwap on the side we gon' pack em to sh*t
And if I see Nas then I'm smackin' that b*tch
Tryna pick both sides, I ain't havin' that sh*t
Me and E back to back getting crafty with it
Seen his brains all over the floor, all nasty and sh*t
And Jacob shoulda' been faster with it
And Bop said I was pus*y, with no drills, and I ain't never did a thing
But we was in the Ts and you pulled up on me like why ya' opps so scary you gay?
Ayo Squeezo, tell these n*ggas to stop it now, DM tryna cop it now
I'm with Reemo, tryna see if the Flocks around, they gon' duck to the choppa sound
Like, yo Skino, I know that our pops be proud at the way that we flush it down
I told E "throw", now he can't put the knocka' down he gon' spin if you drop the hound
Free MB though, n*ggas know we the problem childs, leg shot make him hop around
She gon' deepthroat, I got beef with her mama now, daughter different when I'm around
Hold on, wait, that's Jay running rick
Hold on, wait, that's Caine and his b*tch
Hold on, wait, that's Zay on the strip
f*ck it, all them n*ggas gettin' hit!
Hold on, wait, that's Rey, rest in p*ss
Hold on, wait, think that's JayRipK
Hold on wait, that's Caine who got hit
[Outro: Lee Drilly]
f*ck it, all them n*ggas in a spliff!
(Oh my god! It's that Lee Drilly n*gga oh my god)
(It's that Lee Drilly n*gga you heard, drop a 4 I'm uppin' the 9 mister, the reason your mother told you "Stay off the corner," corner n*gga)
(Demon child, first n*gga on that block drillin' like a demon put him in a—bah-bah-bah)
(n*ggas can't f*ck with EBK)
(Everybody f*cking K like)
(Demon sh*t)
(Suck my di*k n*gga)