Drillings on Drillings

Drillings on drillings everybody add that K So how come no one ain't killing? Everybody talk on the gang Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings Everyone beef my gang So how the f*ck we still winning? How the f*ck we still winning? 10 side, that's us Got things on things in the ride See an opp, reverse on them and they dust Big shank, grip that, no gloves Jump out, civilians causin' up fuss Man do my thing, don't talk like him Make doctors stitch up them cuts The opps just talk like sluts Like too many times have I been round there Big bro, they're moving all nuts Or do my ting with the young G's Man know R9 for stuff Big back but the face ain't buff All in all she a five, like eurgh Like eurgh, that's hashtag rough Points on points, there's 'nuff No one-on-one, f*ck a scuff Big ramz go tear through your skin Couldn't give a f*ck if you're tough Straight violent and cocky Don't slip when I got that stick They thought it was fake Try take off his wig Man screaming "Oh shit!" Don't really do 10 toes, I'm unfit But I'll still 10 bop on your strip 125 or dingered up whip Jump out dip-dip-di-di-di-dip Someone tell CS stop talkin' that shit Both know that you ran like a bitch And J1's a little snitch Gwopz got bored and he dodged that dip ST got whacked on an SB strip Drillings on drillings everybody add that K So how come no one ain't killing? Everybody talk on the gang Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings Everyone beef my gang So how the f*ck we still winning? How the f*ck we still winning? Drill on me, I'm like 'drill on who?' I'm a trap nigga but a driller too Worker came to the trap and dashed Do him a pack of pebs, that's a Q on Q I just came back from country And my armpit's smellin' all funky I was up all night servin' And bussin' jokes with the junkies Money affi make, so I make that happen I whip in the kitchen, then put it in pebs This Samsung's ringing it's pattern A lot of man chat 'bout banging on Dappz But all now, nuttin' ain't happened Like 10 man caught man lacking If the tables turned then It would've been cracking I've been on your block and Banged off the dotts Go on then, tell me I'm lying Dumb niggas playing with their lives This beef's all games 'til niggas start dying I'll do man up and then hit the trap Back to the whipping and dicing Back to the Samsung ringing Back to the pedal bike grinding I took the largest L, just paid six racks And the pack was cray I was going kway on the train You was in bed with bae Do not get it twisted I love pooch But money affi make I always put money over bitches Money affi make as soon as I wake Drillings on drillings everybody add that K So how come no one ain't killing? Everybody talk on the gang Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings Everyone beef my gang So how the f*ck we still winning? How the f*ck we still winning?