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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyDrill
BabyDrill
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DelQuristo Wilson
DelQuristo Wilson
Lyrics
Nicolas Moore
Nicolas Moore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shekthisyours
Shekthisyours
Producer
Javaun Mundle
Javaun Mundle
Mixing Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Ayo Shek, this yours) I don't need no nigga to believe in me, nigga, I believe in myself (I did) I don't need no bitch to have my baby, bitch can't have my wealth (can't have my kids) Broke down bags inside the spot, don't need no scale, I ball whatever They say I made it, but I ain't made it, I told them niggas it's different levels My dog got, shot it gave me chills, like, fuck the booth, let's get a kill Blood on blood, know man, I'm filthy, if you diss the gang, you die right there Heard there's money on my mind, but I've been tryna murk some Murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some Murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some Nigga, I'm ski'd up in the winter, nigga, I'm ski'd up in the summer (ski'd up) I spin shit 'bout my gang, nigga, I kill shit 'bout my mama He went from catching doors to slanging poles, boy, that boy a ho Why the fuck you acting like you a shooter? Know you never scored Boy, you bitch made, that ain't righteous, no, you not my kind I don't rob, play, or finesse, Jason Mitch like they were diamonds Buddy scream he wants some smoke, knowin' he ain't ready in hell Fuck niggas be calling 12, when 'Drill starts sending them shells, pussy I don't need no nigga to believe in me, nigga I believe in myself (I did) I don't need no bitch to have my baby, bitch can't have my wealth (can't have my kids) Broke down bags inside the spot, don't need no scale, I ball whatever They say I made it, but I ain't made it, I told them niggas it's different levels My dog got, shot it gave me chills, like, fuck the booth, let's get a kill Blood on blood, know man, I'm filthy, if you diss the gang, you die right there Heard there's money on my mind, but I've been tryna murk some Murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some Murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some Shh, just keep it quiet, walk down and creep Told that boy the ARP gonna rip right through that AMG Niggas acting like they street, know they don't want no war with me Name a time I played with food, no, niggas know I eat my beef Bitch, hit his top, see what he think, sippin' surp' geekin' on drank I couldn't get my fire in the club, I ain't trippin', I brought shank Lil' bruh had died inside that whip, pussy shoulda invested in a tank Niggas acting like they killers, never seen them bust a brain I don't need no nigga to believe in me, nigga, I believe in myself (I did) I don't need no bitch to have my baby, bitch can't have my wealth (can't have my kids) Broke down bags inside the spot, don't need no scale, I ball whatever They say I made it, but I ain't made it, I told them niggas it's different levels My dog got, shot it gave me chills, like, fuck the booth, let's get a kill Blood on blood, know man, I'm filthy, if you diss the gang, you die right there Heard there's money on my mind, but I've been tryna murk some Murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some Murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some, murk some
Writer(s): Delquristo Wilson, Nicolas Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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