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slim jesus – drill time (remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: king yella]
shout out slim jesus you know we rocking with you shorty
all that gang shit man, real gang shit
squad shit don’t forget that squad shit b-tch
chiraq man, them niggas really do this shit man, ain’t no play play, nigga
you gon’ meet your day dumb-ss
drill time!

[verse 1: king yella]
it’s drill time make a mil time
hustle hard stay on the grind
skeezy gang ’til a nigga die
in the field shooting in the chi
hit his top leave the fetty ah
fetty wap i got a lot of guap
i’m insane so f-ck the opps
all my glizzy got hella mops
dread head look like a mop
thirty on him watch the soda pop
then shoot ’til the soda pop
with hella drop count a million knots
bankroll i’m fresh nigga
king yella i’m next nigga
clout me up i’m the best nigga
your favorite rapper is a f-ck nigga
preparation helped me make a force
in the field never play no sports
bad b-tch -ss like a horse
k!ll the beat i don’t need a chorus
number one f-ck who is fourth
been gang banging since a little dwarf
south side shout out to the north
free splash he a f-cking bug
soft niggas really need a hug
bullets in you like a f-ckin’ drug
dedicated to getting cake
everyday b-tch a holiday
hippogriff living in the lake
k!ll a nigga then skipping states
rolling hard no f-cking skates
gorilla nigga i’m a f-cking ape

[break]
let’s get it
let’s get, let’s get it
squad
k!lla!
let’s get it

[verse 2: k!lla kellz]
it’s jojo world where we get it busting
b-tch we get it jumping like a kangaroo
i draw nigga and i paint them too
around hella k!llers but they hella cool
no hesitation we’ll get to spraying
leave a nigga shaking like a bopper do
televise him and put him on the news
i’ll wet a nigga like he in the pool
team no lacking i never snooze
i stay packing like i’m about to move
insane we breaking hella rules
but we checking bags like we work for jewellers
we big balling y’all little balling
y’alls still shooting don’t play cool
racked up like i play pool, better yet like i play tennis
you start war, we go finish it
got hella guns with hella drums
f-ck 30’s no more extenders
chiraq where niggas die at
where niggas get popped niggas we rocked
and make b-tch niggas go bye bye
young niggas they tote guns and they’ll never ever hesitate
you old enough to play with a gun i’ll k!ll his -ss before he graduate
nigga loose lips get sewed up
niggas act tough ’til that mac bust
make a stand up nigga fold up
an opp nigga better not ever lack
that red dot will pop a nigga top and leave a nigga dead laying on his back

[verse 3: p. rico]
pull up to the cemetery cause that’s where all the opps at
ride around with a bad b-tch smoking opp pack and she want to match
take a nigga with no gun he a straight lick i need that
these hands grip big knots
thirty pop make my hand hot
squeeze a thirty in his dreadlocks
his head look like a wet mop
never fear another man cause another man bleed like me too
niggas come riding down my block they don’t even know how to shoot
whole time i’m speaking fast cause niggas hoes that’s true
whole time y’all some broke niggas, whole time mama just pray for y’all
all my niggas outside playing crazy catching bodies we gon’ get involved
my little niggas they outside they be shooting shit just to prove a point
and i got older niggas outside toting thirties just got out the joint
all this cash on me, shorty -ss on me but a nigga still on point
if a nigga run up on me i’mma shoot his -ss like a f-cking three point

[verse 4: slim jesus]
you can’t hang with me if you on goofy shit
let an opp stain me, i can’t do that shit
got a red dot with a ruler clip
that’s 30 shots at your medula b-tch
i be flexing hard got big bands
f-cked your b-tch prolly why you mad
double cupping like a kick stand
smoking loud pack i don’t f-ck with xans
f-ck boy twitter flexing let him ball out
pull up on him 30 clip let ’em all out
if you ain’t with you gang then you a stain to us
extended clips extra ammo you can’t bang with us
so many haters on my d-ck i got to tote two straps
blew up the internet put my city on the map
and i’m still posted up with my little homies in the f-cking trap
bad b-tch roll up my weed and you goofy if you think all i do is rap

[outro: slim jesus]
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it

- slim jesus

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