Drillin - Fivio Foreign

(Skrilla made this? Skrilla made this?)

Yeah

Grrt (FastLife)

Put your helmets on, put your vests on

Put on everythin' you got, nigga (If LS [?])

Word to my mother, nigga (Grrt, baow)

Yeah, look

I do a show and cash out

Nigga sayin' my name and get mad clout

I'm holdin' my temper and bad mouth

But if I take a Percy I lash out

I'm fuckin', I'm makin' her tap out

I need a bad bitch that I can slap out

All in the telly, I'm blowin' her back out

She be screamin' my name, yellin' mad loud

I be chillin', ain't tryna be cool

Nigga, goin' against me a bad route

My anger keep makin' me spazz out

Nigga, you don't got nothin' but mad mouth

Look, I bust a nut and I pass out

But if I'm still awake, I'ma dash out

Don't get caught in a picture in that house

(Cet caught in a picture in that–, uh, yeah)

We spent two blocks in one night

Nigga still hidin', so I'm still tight

We don't catch a body, I ain't gettin' hyped

Smokin' on a–, huh, now you pay the price

Got a baby shooter, he don't think twice

He just wanna drill, he don't wanna fight

He only seventeen, he ain't seen life

Tried to go to school but it don't seem right

I told 'em, "Give him a breather", huh

He wanna line the opps with a feature

He wanna hide the knocks in his sneaker

He wanna ride around blowin' reefer, huh

Lil' shorty a ting, he a son of a black beaver

Catch a body, he want it, he that evil

Take your life, he ain't givin' it back neither

I never let 'em humble the gang

I love the opps, they give me somethin' to bang

Let a fuck nigga come for this chain

'Cause niggas is fienin' for somethin' to flame

And my shooters got unlimited aim

Big body, couldn't fit in the frame

Should've never let us get in the game

Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same

Grrt bow, huh

(Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same)

(Different toilets, we ain't shittin' the same)

Yeah, it's Fivi'

Grrt baow

Uh

Yeah

Ha-ha-ha