Drill talk (feat. 3randon)

Yeah, I've been on that drill talk, bitch boy actin' two soft yea he came around my party and my function made him moon walk He a grown man, actin' like a kid, we call him Woo-Wop How you havin' Lamborghini dreams, don't got no rooftop yeah Moonwalkin' like Billie Jean, I talk my shit cause I'm really mean I mixed the perc cause I'm a fiend Think my gun was in the choir, why? Cause I make it sing Think I'm married to the game, why? Need the wedding ring She said that I broke her, ain't no air heart when I got my wings You get it? Air heart, wings? Damn, you'll get this one, like amelia I got a million (amelia) damn reasons why I'm flyer than these bitches It's called ARs, glock nine's, choppers with extensions Yea a 50 round mag, I'm surprised if I don't hit'em EBK Ayy, when I hit that scene, the chopper sing like it's Mariah Carey I never f*ck your bitch cause she a grimy bitch and hella hairy The way I chase your ass round with that stick, you think it's Tom and Jerry Talkin' shit, but suckin' dick for weed like, bro, you is a fairy I'ma crash out, run up on him, chopper to his damn mouth Damn, he dead now Told him come and get his homie off of the ground But before I shoot this 50, out the drake, you won't like the sound You dissin' on the net, go get a job, you look like a clown I fucked your bitch right to the crib gave her a couple of rounds