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SleazyWorld Go - Drill Ain't Dead Lyrics



SleazyWorld Go - Drill Ain't Dead Lyrics
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Ayy, Troy, you know we got us one, right?
I'm in this bitch with no jewelry on (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Takin' this bitch, I'm takin' this shit back to the streets, nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, who made that shit, nigga?)
The trenches, nigga (Foolio)

They said drill is dead (yeah, turn me up, nigga)
Uh-huh, yap, yap, yeah
I want a nigga to catch a body to this (watch how I walk-)
Nigga, drill ain't dead, nigga (watch how-)
You niggas ain't say no shit (watch how-)

Huh, get up on 'em close (get on 'em), we just up the score (yeah)
The way we park shit on this block, they don't bend it no more
Opps name Bennett 'cause they act like they ain't in it no more (bitch-ass nigga)
Pull the switch up on the Glock, the opps seem like they in slow-mo (grrah)
Catch a body for me, nigga (for real)
Paid for a hit from just my promo (huh?)
All these glizzies come with dicks and f*ck shit, nigga, no homo (no homo)
If it ain't no smoke, you better make sure that I know (better make sure I know, nigga)

Put this switch to a nigga ass, give him a spankin', thought he was tough (get on 'em)
Shots hit his head for doin' too much thinkin', called his bluff (dumbass)
Thought I wouldn't pull up until shots started ringin' (come here, come here)
The opps got too much time up on their hands 'cause ain't no pape' in it (ain't no paper)
Better use your head before you lose it, nigga, think with it (oh, bitch-ass)
I get killers killed, that gun you got, you still ain't safe with it (for real, nigga)
What you think I got this money for? Nigga, I ain't finna play with it (I ain't finna play)
.223s and 5.56 shoot through houses and through bricks (yeah)
ARPs black out in Drakes, don't shit shoot faster than a switch (yeah, yeah)
I love my Glock just like my bitch
I make this bitch blow you a kiss
I make this bitch give you a hug
Shots wrapped around this shit, uh (get on 'em, get on 'em, uh)

They say drill dead? Nah, you niggas ain't on shit (you niggas ain't on shit)
All the opps turned into pussy
And pussy made to get licked
Nah, pussy made to get f*cked
We been f*ckin' 'em boys up (f*ckin' they ass up)
The game just f*ckin' started, they already tryna give up (they already tryna give up)

Them niggas already tryna f*ckin' give up, nigga
We been f*ckin' they ass up, nigga, yeah
We been makin' them boys tap the f*ck out, niggas, uh
Drill ain't f*ckin' dead, nigga
Niggas need to stop sayin' that shit 'round this bitch, nigga
Them niggas is pussy, nigga
Uh, uhn-uhn, I gotta bring this shit back to the streets, nigga
Uh, uh, come here
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Ayy, Troy, you know we got us one, right?
I'm in this bitch with no jewelry on (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Takin' this bitch, I'm takin' this shit back to the streets, nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, who made that shit, nigga?)
The trenches, nigga (Foolio)

They said drill is dead (yeah, turn me up, nigga)
Uh-huh, yap, yap, yeah
I want a nigga to catch a body to this (watch how I walk-)
Nigga, drill ain't dead, nigga (watch how-)
You niggas ain't say no shit (watch how-)

Huh, get up on 'em close (get on 'em), we just up the score (yeah)
The way we park shit on this block, they don't bend it no more
Opps name Bennett 'cause they act like they ain't in it no more (bitch-ass nigga)
Pull the switch up on the Glock, the opps seem like they in slow-mo (grrah)
Catch a body for me, nigga (for real)
Paid for a hit from just my promo (huh?)
All these glizzies come with dicks and f*ck shit, nigga, no homo (no homo)
If it ain't no smoke, you better make sure that I know (better make sure I know, nigga)

Put this switch to a nigga ass, give him a spankin', thought he was tough (get on 'em)
Shots hit his head for doin' too much thinkin', called his bluff (dumbass)
Thought I wouldn't pull up until shots started ringin' (come here, come here)
The opps got too much time up on their hands 'cause ain't no pape' in it (ain't no paper)
Better use your head before you lose it, nigga, think with it (oh, bitch-ass)
I get killers killed, that gun you got, you still ain't safe with it (for real, nigga)
What you think I got this money for? Nigga, I ain't finna play with it (I ain't finna play)
.223s and 5.56 shoot through houses and through bricks (yeah)
ARPs black out in Drakes, don't shit shoot faster than a switch (yeah, yeah)
I love my Glock just like my bitch
I make this bitch blow you a kiss
I make this bitch give you a hug
Shots wrapped around this shit, uh (get on 'em, get on 'em, uh)

They say drill dead? Nah, you niggas ain't on shit (you niggas ain't on shit)
All the opps turned into pussy
And pussy made to get licked
Nah, pussy made to get f*cked
We been f*ckin' 'em boys up (f*ckin' they ass up)
The game just f*ckin' started, they already tryna give up (they already tryna give up)

Them niggas already tryna f*ckin' give up, nigga
We been f*ckin' they ass up, nigga, yeah
We been makin' them boys tap the f*ck out, niggas, uh
Drill ain't f*ckin' dead, nigga
Niggas need to stop sayin' that shit 'round this bitch, nigga
Them niggas is pussy, nigga
Uh, uhn-uhn, I gotta bring this shit back to the streets, nigga
Uh, uh, come here
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Writer: Fedner Richard, Jonathan Smith, Joseph Isaac, Maurice Thomas Meeks, Troy Harrison
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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