Lee Drilly - Deadly
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{verse 1: say drilly}
Dummy gang, tryna sign us a check
Noah got stomped, like, nigga, who next? (like, what?)
Drilly gang, but i pull up with jets (grrah, grrah)
Yellow got shot, bullets ripped through his chest (grrah, grrah, boom)
And i heard jacob died with a vest
Man, his loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set
And i heard jacob died with a vest
Man, his loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set (like, what?)
And i don't understand, speak facts
Jayrip tried to run, got shots to his back (jayrip)
Bobby ran and got turned to a pack, like
Who gon' spin? like, come get back (like, what?)
Catch a flocka, get put on some shirts
Bend the rey, we gon' shoot up the hearse
Tell my bitch, ''put the gun in her purse''
Niggas don't live what they rap in they verse (diesev)
Brodie geekin', he ready to blitz (like, what?)
Thunder bklu ran, got caught, got tripped (gang, gang)
Milly wop got a beat with a stick and he still ain't get back, he just post all the shit (grrah, grrah, boom)
So you know they don't live what they rap
Drilly gang, yeah, we known for them packs
Told 'em free nas, he soon be back
And we smokin' on blay, that boy got whacked (free nas)
Get low, move tactic, guey hop out, he gon' shoot through the jacket (trendy)
Write an os on the book, need a packet
Smelly got poked, got put in a casket (oyk)
And i heard mali ran, he a faggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (reywayk)
And i heard mali ran, he a faggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (like, what?)
And i keep me a new chop for the old opps 'cause they still on dick (like, what?)
But i keep me a old chop for the new opps 'cause they still ain't do shit (at all)
Tell 'em niggas get back 'cause it's lit
Tell 'em get back 'cause we smokin' jayrip, like
Tell 'em niggas get back 'cause it's lit
Tell 'em get back 'cause we smokin' jayrip, like
{verse 2: e-wuu}
Shoot first, got the chop on my hand, catch a crew hearse
Smokin' dead through the sev', got his tooth hurt
Is he dead or alive? gotta reverse
Movin' wocky, i'ma pack you
Hollow tips sprayin', fuckin' up his tattoo
Don't care who you with, you get packed too
Didn't even chase 'em, runnin' out his damn shoes
These bitch niggas drillyk? (like, what?)
Couple shots, make 'em levitate
Don't talk 'bout the other day
Froze the person and didn't even let it spray
And bitch, we don't hesitate
Back out chops, on bro, we gon' play today
Let off one, watch 'em run a race
Bro, two demons got up with 'em anyway
How you smokin' on stylez? you just came outside (like, how?)
Smokin' jayrip, he got put in the sky (sky)
Shots to his chest and a nigga went bye
These niggas cap, all they rap is straight lies
{verse 4: lee drilly}
Mention my name? (what?)
So that means you don't care 'bout life, 'cause you know how it get (he dead)
I don't know you, so get off my dick
Playin' charlie, charlie, slidin' through the mitch
Now we kickin' the door (ayy, x)
Get your mans off the floor
'fore you talk, you better check the score, because we need it all
I'ma click 'til its gone, know that feelin' when he hit the floor
Bitches like, ''why i can't get near you?''
You a thot, let me and la share you
Got a chop, so, like, why would i fear you? (la, la)
Test my gangster, play it, like, i dare you (boom, boom)
I just call my young boy, gon' clear you (juju)
Pull that trigger, nigga probably scared to (baow)
And you tough with a gun, i hear you
Until you on the other side of that barrel (what? he dead)
I ain't trip when they said what they said (baow)
Mention rah, so they basically dead (be dead)
Mask on, they ain't see the dreads, do a hit off a bike, my shooter on the 'pegs (boom, boom, boom)
I be gettin' ate up on a reg'
But if she wanna fuck, then she gotta beg
Flock-flocka, got that niggas head
Teach me how to dougie 'cause i got a leg
I don't fuck with nobody, who you gon' get next to?
I will never let 'em know my next move (at all)
And we spinnin' in 30s, can't fuck with no rentals (what? baow)
Drag attention, knock (baow) him off his rental (baow, baow)
Don't slide on a bike, you know that ain't the best move (best)
'cause smelly got poked every pedal (he, he dead)
And i still go to the café for a number 13, but that's just the jayrip special (jayrip)
Nigga said he was 15, chased the whole block (what?)
With a motherfuckin' bb gun (baow, baow)
But i was like 13 in oval
And we almost pd some' (dead some')
Ayo, liki, you know what i'm talkin' 'bout (liki)
Still free mr. hawk em down
Tell 'em tp, 'cause i ain't tryna talk it out (he dead)
Shoot a opp, make 'em walk it out
Catch a dv, where these bitches get tossed around, he was king 'til he lost his crown
Catch a fiji, we gon' call him a dolphin now, bullets shakin' his thoughts around
Catch a pd, once i see that, he on the ground, know the vibes, i'ma walk 'em down
She gon' eat me (what?), i got beef with her father now 'cause i'm dickin' his daughter down
And we spinnin', know we make a mess (baow)
Back out chop on a opp, puttin' 8 to the test (grrah, grrah)
Back the 40s if they disrespect (grrah, boom)
Said shit that they dropped, will put 'em to rest (rest)
You're supposed to be klay and i'm steph
Rite went right, but blay went left
Tote for fun, i ain't from the bx (r.i.p. ray)
But, yes, we still smokin' on x
{outro: lee drilly}
Yes, yes
And we smokin' on, and we smokin' on x, you heard?
{verse 1: say drilly}
Dummy gang, tryna sign us a check
Noah got stomped, like, nigga, who next? (like, what?)
Drilly gang, but i pull up with jets (grrah, grrah)
Yellow got shot, bullets ripped through his chest (grrah, grrah, boom)
And i heard jacob died with a vest
Man, his loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set
And i heard jacob died with a vest
Man, his loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set (like, what?)
And i don't understand, speak facts
Jayrip tried to run, got shots to his back (jayrip)
Bobby ran and got turned to a pack, like
Who gon' spin? like, come get back (like, what?)
Catch a flocka, get put on some shirts
Bend the rey, we gon' shoot up the hearse
Tell my bitch, ''put the gun in her purse''
Niggas don't live what they rap in they verse (diesev)
Brodie geekin', he ready to blitz (like, what?)
Thunder bklu ran, got caught, got tripped (gang, gang)
Milly wop got a beat with a stick and he still ain't get back, he just post all the shit (grrah, grrah, boom)
So you know they don't live what they rap
Drilly gang, yeah, we known for them packs
Told 'em free nas, he soon be back
And we smokin' on blay, that boy got whacked (free nas)
Get low, move tactic, guey hop out, he gon' shoot through the jacket (trendy)
Write an os on the book, need a packet
Smelly got poked, got put in a casket (oyk)
And i heard mali ran, he a faggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (reywayk)
And i heard mali ran, he a faggot
He on the book tryna move like a bad kid (like, what?)
And i keep me a new chop for the old opps 'cause they still on dick (like, what?)
But i keep me a old chop for the new opps 'cause they still ain't do shit (at all)
Tell 'em niggas get back 'cause it's lit
Tell 'em get back 'cause we smokin' jayrip, like
Tell 'em niggas get back 'cause it's lit
Tell 'em get back 'cause we smokin' jayrip, like
{verse 2: e-wuu}
Shoot first, got the chop on my hand, catch a crew hearse
Smokin' dead through the sev', got his tooth hurt
Is he dead or alive? gotta reverse
Movin' wocky, i'ma pack you
Hollow tips sprayin', fuckin' up his tattoo
Don't care who you with, you get packed too
Didn't even chase 'em, runnin' out his damn shoes
These bitch niggas drillyk? (like, what?)
Couple shots, make 'em levitate
Don't talk 'bout the other day
Froze the person and didn't even let it spray
And bitch, we don't hesitate
Back out chops, on bro, we gon' play today
Let off one, watch 'em run a race
Bro, two demons got up with 'em anyway
How you smokin' on stylez? you just came outside (like, how?)
Smokin' jayrip, he got put in the sky (sky)
Shots to his chest and a nigga went bye
These niggas cap, all they rap is straight lies
{verse 4: lee drilly}
Mention my name? (what?)
So that means you don't care 'bout life, 'cause you know how it get (he dead)
I don't know you, so get off my dick
Playin' charlie, charlie, slidin' through the mitch
Now we kickin' the door (ayy, x)
Get your mans off the floor
'fore you talk, you better check the score, because we need it all
I'ma click 'til its gone, know that feelin' when he hit the floor
Bitches like, ''why i can't get near you?''
You a thot, let me and la share you
Got a chop, so, like, why would i fear you? (la, la)
Test my gangster, play it, like, i dare you (boom, boom)
I just call my young boy, gon' clear you (juju)
Pull that trigger, nigga probably scared to (baow)
And you tough with a gun, i hear you
Until you on the other side of that barrel (what? he dead)
I ain't trip when they said what they said (baow)
Mention rah, so they basically dead (be dead)
Mask on, they ain't see the dreads, do a hit off a bike, my shooter on the 'pegs (boom, boom, boom)
I be gettin' ate up on a reg'
But if she wanna fuck, then she gotta beg
Flock-flocka, got that niggas head
Teach me how to dougie 'cause i got a leg
I don't fuck with nobody, who you gon' get next to?
I will never let 'em know my next move (at all)
And we spinnin' in 30s, can't fuck with no rentals (what? baow)
Drag attention, knock (baow) him off his rental (baow, baow)
Don't slide on a bike, you know that ain't the best move (best)
'cause smelly got poked every pedal (he, he dead)
And i still go to the café for a number 13, but that's just the jayrip special (jayrip)
Nigga said he was 15, chased the whole block (what?)
With a motherfuckin' bb gun (baow, baow)
But i was like 13 in oval
And we almost pd some' (dead some')
Ayo, liki, you know what i'm talkin' 'bout (liki)
Still free mr. hawk em down
Tell 'em tp, 'cause i ain't tryna talk it out (he dead)
Shoot a opp, make 'em walk it out
Catch a dv, where these bitches get tossed around, he was king 'til he lost his crown
Catch a fiji, we gon' call him a dolphin now, bullets shakin' his thoughts around
Catch a pd, once i see that, he on the ground, know the vibes, i'ma walk 'em down
She gon' eat me (what?), i got beef with her father now 'cause i'm dickin' his daughter down
And we spinnin', know we make a mess (baow)
Back out chop on a opp, puttin' 8 to the test (grrah, grrah)
Back the 40s if they disrespect (grrah, boom)
Said shit that they dropped, will put 'em to rest (rest)
You're supposed to be klay and i'm steph
Rite went right, but blay went left
Tote for fun, i ain't from the bx (r.i.p. ray)
But, yes, we still smokin' on x
{outro: lee drilly}
Yes, yes
And we smokin' on, and we smokin' on x, you heard?
