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baby drill - imposters lyrics
[intro]
huh
b_tch, i pull up on my opps more than my f_ckin’ partners (ayy, blackcard, you made this beat? pull up on my opps, n_gga)
b_tch, i pull up on my opps more than my fu— (b_tch, i pull up on my opps, n_gga)
(blackcard on this motherf_cker?)
more than my f_ckin’ partners
[chorus]
b_tch, i pull up on my opps more than my f_ckin’ partners
unknown shooter, they still don’t know who the f_ck shot him
got bodies on bodies, b_tch, i could start a f_ckin’ roster (baby drill)
these n_ggas ain’t nothin’ like baby drill, they some f_ckin’ imposters
[verse 1]
i feel like hitman, point ’em out, b_tch, i can hit the target (drop him)
oh, he the brick man? we kick his door and make him come up off it (baby drill)
f_ck i look like beefing with them n_ggas? i know they ain’t on sh_t (they ain’t on sh_t)
b_tch, i stepped on every gang that was in my way, them n_ggas know that (get out my way)
b_tch, my opp died ’cause he was playing like he was gangster (buh)
b_tch, my opp died ’cause he had started pointing fingers
pull up on ’em, swing the stick and show ’em that i get dangerous (you dig?)
that 7.62 went inside his skull and made him famous (woo)
[chorus]
b_tch, i pull up on my opps more than my f_ckin’ partners
unknown shooter, they still don’t know who the f_ck shot him
got bodies on bodies, b_tch, i could start a f_ckin’ roster (baby drill)
these n_ggas ain’t nothin’ like baby drill, they some f_ckin’ imposters
[verse 2]
put down the glock, picked up the mic, showed ’em i got bars (i’m in the booth)
pick up the glock before i leave, show i’m a shooting star (buh, buh, buh)
my pops had left me for a b_tch, that sh_t made me go hard (f_ck that n_gga)
when i get m’s, my mom got m’s ’cause i’m her only boy (that’s on me, n_gga)
shoutout to feet, shoutout to quan, shoutout to f_ckin’ cho (them my dogs)
shoutout to slime, shoutout to one, shoutout to all the bros (all them n_ggas)
b_tch, i got the gang with me, they wanna see me blow
i be d_mn on go
n_ggas talk ’bout pressure, f_ck the pressure, i don’t smoke them hoes
[chorus]
b_tch, i pull up on my opps more than my f_ckin’ partners
unknown shooter, they still don’t know who the f_ck shot him
got bodies on bodies, b_tch, i could start a f_ckin’ roster (baby drill)
these n_ggas ain’t nothin’ like baby drill, they some f_ckin’ imposters
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