Drill and Repent

Do a drill and repent

Four man, three shanks on the opp block

Twenty-four inch will leave him drenched

Like how many times have I shived him?

How is he alive? It don't make sense

It's kidnap squad at your door

It's a kidnap, get on the floor

I'll back out the ting, get boared

Do a drill and repent

Four man, three shanks on the opp block

Twenty-four inch will leave him drenched

Like how many times have I shived him?

How is he alive? It don't make sense

It's kidnap squad at your door

It's a kidnap, get on the floor

I'll back out the ting, get boared

I swear, I know my man's face, or does he look like an opp?

Had to stop my man quick like

"Yo, my G? What's your name? Where you from?"

Backed out my flicky on an opp, I won't gas up my ting

'Cause he backed his too

But I was with Twin and he's got his so you know we ducked that yute

I swear, I can't relate to these opps

Wait two hours 'round them sides there

Just to catch men lickin' their shots

Man can't draw me out

That's a risk that's not worth taking

Went to the opp block, copped me a drink

'Cause you know I got tired of waiting

I talk about bands 'cause that's what I make

I talk about riding, late night sliding

I think I see an opp bro wait

Young Dizz, I'm a prince in the 6

Can't go against me, ain't got what it takes

Jump out on a paigons strip

Even through bro told me that it's bait

Man I duck man down on the M-way, comin' like a mission in GTA 5

Bro made you drink that acid that day, how the fuck can you still be alive?

Don't recognize that yute, but my brethren said he's involved

Man, I done an AM, went out of the ends

Then I burned all my clothes

That grow was surrounded by chinks as if I livin' in China

I took a three bag loss that week

I took it on the chin, that's minor

Worker got food on food

Movin' like he works in a diner

Man, I stabbed that yute to the core

I didn't kill him, but I tried to

Man, I heard that his car broke down

I went 'round there with a star 9

Tryna take his soul upside down

I aimed that ting at his head

I'm surprised that a yute ain't dead

The gun even jammed when I shot

So I aimed at his mum instead

Last year, I was in OT, trappin', juggin', makin' flips

This year, I was with Peter, Scumz, Frogz, Trapz

Lickin' 'bout a hundred bricks

Nothin' ain't changed, I still cut through the six

Still five figures on my wrist

How them man tryna diss?

Real racks when I step

10G's in my Gucci bag, and some Gucci prints on my creps

My man's girls all scared

She had to bring P's for the ransom

She said she don't know where he keeps it

Try to explain that to the mandem

Yo, I ain't got time for the tantrum

Put six bells in a star 9

Now I might invest in a 4's

Catch them lackin', boppin' in

Ends like the twins never took their fords

First things first, in a kidnap

Take all the phones and cut off the chords

I'm, I'm, I'm drillin'

What you really think I'm out here for?

Do a drill and repent

Four man, three shanks on the opp block

Twenty-four inch will leave him drenched

Like how many times have I shived him?

How is he alive? It don't make sense

It's kidnap squad at your door

It's a kidnap, get on the floor

I'll back out the ting, get boared

Do a drill and repent

Four man, three shanks on the opp block

Twenty-four inch will leave him drenched

Like how many times have I shived him?

How is he alive? It don't make sense

It's kidnap squad at your door

It's a kidnap, get on the floor

I'll back out the ting, get boared