Drill (feat. Headie One & Rv)

Let me tell how my animals move

Step in the  cart

Designer shoes

Done it in Canada, dudes

And these nicks ain't touch me ever

Bought all the orders too

Anything ought man drill it

All man fish it

On the loose

Crime scenes, we done many

Plus SA way too chef-y

Anytime the ox-man snap me

I'm gonna two shot

Look 'round Kelly

Splash man down

I slash down many

We came through and them boy weren't ready

Step for the kill, don't bring that Celly

Same that mash but it stacks on everybody, but, but

Them got nacks like fish got mestral

Shoot that **** across the chest

Slow down, baby, or school me

Tryin' on my hoodie

Quit on loves

Smokin' on dope or a cookie

I see man stalk you and shotgun blast

You get got then you run out a lot

Run down Kelly of each

I distribute guns like

The same way president Trump distributin' his speech

I say me and T Moda been rich

If you ever had to run that's clean

Off for years was doin' our job

We turn two G's that's hundreds of weeks

That's all for juggin' them violence

I'm on the hood, that's trident

Things in the kitchen I silence

Trap forms fill up with clients

And Ox can't tell me about ridin'

I had the whole block spinnin' that tires

And I know what I thought, I oughta be dead, bro

I scrape the fuck out of pirates

Had ahold of the sirens

I done talk about pressure

Was me that I planned it

I put skanks in a blacked out Vetra

Them man a brought like Lesner

I still get it and I dance

I couldn't give a fuck about ones and censors

Circle the odd block

Too many times that a gang just restless

I formed on a one last night

I just spent it

'Cause these rappers still part of expenses

I'm still stuck in the trenches

Been locked in a room with weights and benches

But trap four still bench press

Spend it on Teef and we ain't even gotta go ****

Drillin'

Trappin' Olympic chickens

Nemo or blockin' ain't been in

Anything green get banned

Hit anyone except kids and women

Rambos twinnin'

On the late night tryna catch man slippin'

Go home with black blade drippin'

Dead man run, shit

I pray that catch one trippin'

Chef man down, no mission installed

Tools in the rack like a vicc a car

Who's got a problem?

No blockin', tauntin' him

That's more driven than ours

I can get man down with a team

Or I could ride alone

Leave my house and my keys

Rambo tucked and I like a phone

Stacked on a raid at mom's house

I could tell that she ain't impressed

So I don't really hate these feds

My thing come down to have this gunner stay at the same address

They couldn't rate me less

DC vibes try and read my rhymes

Told him not to waste his breath

Read up on a G pack

All of these sounds that I hit to the B caps

Could have me back in a show on a B cap

And I ain't tryna see that

So I gotta step with caution

Ciders or expensive daughters

RV, I'm stuck in the trap

That my girl didn't get an abortion