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Correct Still Drilling Lyrics
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Correct Still Drilling
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(Cb) We're down for the drills That's anywhere, that's anytime you can still get pilled I'm aiming for wigs, so I'm aiming to kill See a opp on the mains don't give a fuck You can still get drilled All I wanna do is crash that corn My niggas dem told me make p's before you got to war I said fuck that I wanna drill now and drill some more Smoked my man in the face, yeah that point got scored Couldn't give a toss about the law Niggas know cb, more time if it was done by the 7th It was done by me, I ride for my g's Put my heart on the streets If you see me that's nothin but teef So trapped off, I'm spinning around Ask the opps how that spinners sounds When that spinner bangs, try know that's a nigga down And where I'm from we always know to keep things around All the risk that the team be taking That's why my nigga Niro is money making Meanwhile we are tryrana dodge those cases So it's no face no case, when we drill on pavements Main road, backroad or silent alley It's all the same to me I don't a fuck I'm scatee I don't play no games, bro said I've got a wicked man aim Had one bell in the chamber, and an opp boy still got blazed My drillers drill and we will do it again and Free C1 I swear that got a real life driller in the cage Young Bo fresh home, I swear that's a savage back Poi soon home, in or back Mizz go land and probably Like free the gang When I turn up on your block I'll see man dash (running) I don't even blame them if I was beefing me I wouldn't leave my gaff (I wouldn't want it) And that shit there is facts, them man can't even eat meals Them man are getting drilled at cafe Get round there two waps (Yb) Still Woody (Gaza) Still tryana boot at the 6 (Fuck the 6) Still warn at the news at 6 Fuck boy knew that risk Just letting you know step on the 7th You better have smoke Stepping with poles, step out with stones Nigga too trappy, we f up the roads Niggas know the drill, man don't get drilled 7th to the world x2, put your hand on bro and blood get spilt Talking about spilt, that boy got poked Shells to the face, how that hot shit feel x2 Like what's with all the chatting Man I've been in the field, tryana creep with steel Tryana lesse like cabbage Got some niggas in the field That will dip a nigga up then vanish I ain't got to say no name niggas know what happened 10 toes on your block no manners I can't believe Pabz got 5 I can't believe Dimz got dipped I can take L's, that don't tie me Fat shanks then I hit west school other side You can't tell me about slip Been ot can't tell me about trips Whizzed around in a four door whip Any sign of an opp chef him up then dip But back to the bando Been a long night with them grams though I got me a rambo run up on me and You might not make it back home You don't wanna get wet my nigga (No you don't) You don't wanna get stretched my nigga (No you don't) I that yout got a pack, I'll run up in you trap and Finesse that nigga, Like what's all the talking Go hard for the money, but my all in One donny tried line me up, so I cheffed him up When I caught him (Silly boy) Like nothin ain't changed I'm still with the gang, I'm still with the 7th Them niggas ain't active, them niggas ain' trapping Them niggas pretending (Stop lying) If I dip you in the eye I'll have a young boy looking like Fetty I'll do it for the guys, I wanna live nice I'll do it for the readys Trapping ain't dead, but trapping ain't cool Finesse you some racks, that's due to the fraud Like them man ain't on shit, them man just talk Give a 15 inch for an opp boy, big ting long like sword In the ride with the guys don't lack, couldn't give a fuck about the law x2 [Outro] I'm out Rico, you understand what I'm saying Look at me I've been shot in the head baby My body different, I'm breathing different You understand what I'm saying The doctor said I wasn't gonna walk the same
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