Baby Drill Flow

Damn, damn, damn, damn

One of my mans just died, I'm mad as fuck, but I still can't feel that shit

Heard one of the opps got poked up, when his ass get out we gon' drill that bitch

That lil' ho freaked out, freaked out, kicked the ho right out the spot, I ain't feelin' that bitch

We on some murder shit

Hold yo' glizzy up if you ever shot it

Clutchin' on this judge, it hold shells like a fuckin' shottie

****, why you cap'n when you rap? Ain't got no fuckin' bodies

The way my youngins quick to leave some shit, we need a porta potty

First degrees the only thing we do, **** fuck a college

I been pullin' racks up out these skinnies like "Boy, fuck a wallet"

**** not even scammin', they just take it out then redeposit

I was born wit' manners and standards, ****, fuck a potna

The way Lil' T be snatchin' souls, they thought he was evil

They don't even know he zip one up and then he pray to Jesus

Thank the Lord for all my mistakes know I got right for all of my people

Know they done snaked a **** once, promise it will not be a sequel

Slapped a dick inside my glizzy, this ho won't stop, she keep on cummin'

They thought I was from Detroit, 'cause just like Andre I be drummin'

I call Demar my lil' baboon, my brothers gorillas and they monkeys

I'm quick to rock out like Dwayne, I leave them lost like Jumanji

Aye, heard they want me dead but they ain't slid, I guess they scared

Fuck dat, don't shoot a **** in leg

Headshot, shoot a **** in some dreads

Hotbox freak and a hotbox geeked, how do you love her? She don't even get fucked on the bed

Fuckin' freak, ****, let's meet, we slide, Lil' T on the beat like a sled

Fuck it, let's tweak, thick lil' shit tryna get in the sheets

Brand new whip, can't fuck up the seat

Narcs out, screamin', "Fuck 12!" every week

Thick lil' shit tryna ho for the d

Freaky ass ho, can't fuck wit' T

Nah, ho, not for free

When it's beef, hear a R.I.P every fuckin' week

Lots of sticks, lots of fuckin' drums, of fuckin' guns

****, we just might send a load, we got lots and tons

Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks

We got lots of funds

Back, back, back, back, back

We don't do one on ones

Aye, this foe, Nick leavin' his ass where he don't know shit

Hopped inside of the water, I had floated like a blowfish

I just started rappin', they say, "T, you on some G.O.A.T shit"

Man, long live lil' twin, shout out Lil' Kam, he on some mo' shit

He on some mo' shit

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Damn, damn, damn

One of my mans just died, I'm mad as fuck, but I still can't feel that shit

Heard one of the opps got poked up, when his ass get out we gon' kill that bitch

That lil' ho freaked out, freaked out, kicked the ho right out the spot, I ain't feelin' that bitch

We on some murder shit

Hold yo' glizzy up if you ever shot it

Clutchin' on this judge, it shoot shells like a fuckin' shottie

****, why you cap'n when you rap? Ain't got no fuckin' bodies

The way my youngins love to leave some shit, they need a porta potty