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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyDrill
BabyDrill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DelQuristo Wilson
DelQuristo Wilson
Songwriter
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Songwriter
Artem Raschepkin
Artem Raschepkin
Songwriter
Oleksandr Poda
Oleksandr Poda
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Producer
Hawky
Hawky
Producer
Pirate
Pirate
Producer
Javaun Mundle
Javaun Mundle
Mixing Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Young Cutta make it bang, ho
Know what I'm sayin'?
You ain't never, you ain't never hopped in that field, ****, took a **** life, ****
You don't know what it feel like to go home after smackin' some shit up, ****
You not like that
Get off all the social media and stop actin' like you like that 'cause you not
You know what I'm sayin'? Stay at y'all place
'Cause I will come through and put belt to ass
They knew that though
[Chorus]
Oh, that pussy dropped a diss? (Bitch)
Stop playing like we ain't come through that same night and spin that bitch
Huh, stop playing like you and your mama ain't feel that hot shit behind my twin
Huh, long live K5, he 'bout 5'5", walk up on you and take your gen
They freed lil' B Shannon, know how we playin', hundred shots inside the Benz (Hundred)
I put dick in opp bitch, get to droppin', have my youngin's spin (Slide, slide)
He spoke on Rock and he got— huh? Bitch-ass boy can't speak again
[Verse 1]
Huh, walk shit down like Planet Fitness (Walk down)
I ain't had no box, I called up next lil' jit and killed the **** (BabyDrill)
Opp hunt, I just bought a UAV
Tryna catch one of these bitch-ass ****, hit one in they T-O-P
Baow, baow, hood-rich, made at least a hundred just off droppin' **** (On God)
Hood legend, I just beat a body, 12 can't stop a **** (On Rock)
Licensed shooter, I got all these Glocks inside my fuckin' name (Glizzy)
Feelin' like I'm Johnny Dang, you walk on Drill, you hear the bang
Hundred fifty on my top, boy, you gotta double that, **** (Double that)
I'm the one who took your brother, gotta pay more to kill the killer
[Chorus]
Oh, that pussy dropped a diss?
Stop playing like we ain't come through that same night and spin that bitch
Huh, stop playing like you and your mama ain't feel that hot shit behind my twin
Huh, long live K5, he 'bout 5'5", walk up on you and take your gen
They freed lil' B Shannon, know how we playin', hundred shots inside the Benz (Hundred)
I put dick in opp bitch, get to droppin', have my youngin's spin (Slide, slide)
He spoke on Rock and he got— huh? Bitch-ass boy can't speak again
[Verse 2]
Touch your top and hide the burner box, leave no evidence
Spank that boy, go watch the news like, "Damn, that's how we did that?
Damn, that's how we split him?
Damn, that's how bud got hit?
Damn, boy, we did that shit" (BabyDrill)
I put that bitch-ass **** on critical condition, thought his ass was gone
Shit had hurt my heart, he got out, then he started poppin' on these songs (Pussy)
****, stop cappin' like you spinnin', ****, stop cappin' like I won't
****, stop cappin' like I ain't killin', like I won't get your ass smoked
I don't even wanna walk down no more 'cause I got my feet on all they throats
Like fuck I look like moving? Got this bitch inside the yoke
[Chorus]
Oh, that pussy dropped a diss?
Stop playing like we ain't come through that same night and spin that bitch
Huh, stop playing like you and your mama ain't feel that hot shit behind my twin
Huh, long live K5, he 'bout 5'5", walk up on you and take your gen
They freed lil' B Shannon, know how we playin', hundred shots inside the Benz (Hundred)
I put dick in opp bitch, get to droppin', have my youngin's spin (Slide, slide)
He spoke on Rock and he got— huh? Bitch-ass boy can't speak again
Written by: Artem Raschepkin, DelQuristo Wilson, Henry Lotas-Sherratt, Oleksandr Poda
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