International Drill

Rimzee, Bobby Shmurda, Moga, Chani Nattan International with the fuckin' gang (Makers Music), you know who it is Yo, don't wanna see us like Foolio (no) Three sticks in the studio (grrah, grrah, grrah) Would've push your wig out your cap like Coolio (facts) G63 treat the road like it's ours (skrrt) Baggin' up for hours Grub straight drop like the towers (Twin Towers) See-through, bags no LV luggage (nope) Six years in the dungeons, now I'm with Bobby in London (facts) Gun kick like Tekken (grrah, grrah) G-lock or the 11 (grrah) Get caught with the sheen, I'm shellin' them Niggas get caught there tellin' Model chick off the 'Gram (uh) Tryna act like she don't know I am (hahaha) I was in jail with pics on my wall akh, I felt like Stan (Eminem) Endanger life, got done for intent (I did) I'm in the field like tents My chick she waited for me like Tems (Alhamdulillah) And, we ain't never scared (never), let me get that clear (you get it?) Nads got nine for a square They gave my little brother Ak twenty years (free him) I don't rate them fools Me and frog in that cell when I lost it all (facts) I really copped them tools I can't get you done just make the call And I got that call 'bout twenty shots that's all they saw (that's all they saw, yeah) When I spinned that car it was me and my dawg When I hit his dawg, yeah (when I hit they dawg, yeah) And I hit that broad, yeah (and I hit that broad, yeah) And I shot up they cars, yeah (and I shot up they cars, yeah) And we kick up them, boy We stick up them, boy Forget them boydem (brrt) Shotta with me, ah no toy dem Mi ah go squeeze, go point them So do what you must to avoid them Shot ah go beat pon dem (brrt, bap, bap, bap) Yeah, I'm missin' my friends A niggas like eight, nine in I'm goin' all in Keepin' the FN in my Benz (yeah, yeah) We strapped out movin' all Tim We blacked out movin' all in Shootin' all ten (brrt) Four, five niggas get spin Niggas get zipped And I ain't even leavin' no prince And I ain't never need me no switch Shootin' that shit, bitch don't make no sense I was jumpin' the fence (brrt) These niggas ain't doin' that shit These niggas, they buggin' they playin' Hop out, jump out, pop out, doin' that shit These niggas ain't doin' it all Hop out, jump out, pop out, doin' that shit These niggas ain't want it at all I'm swin'in' my balls These niggas can't hang with the boss These niggas can't bang with the dawgs Play with the God These niggas be shootin' at stars So we start shootin' at y'all Peche pehnge, jattan de putt khenge Ni ik teri haan badle, sohniye Ni ek teri haan badle, sohniye Ni ek teri haan badle Ho sadkan peehdi gaadi chaudi Hind vairi di jatt ne maudi London de vich ghuma jithe Baaji Udham Sin'h ne maudi Oh, kada sone da dab te metal Anti gang naal chaldi battle Dekhi sher pajhaun kateeda Velly jatt nu tarsan heera Tu rakh na jeda changa tenu lagda Nit papera ch naa badle, sohniye Nit papera ch naa badle Peche pehnge, jattan de putt khenge Ni ik teri haan badle, sohniye Ni ek teri haan badle, sohniye Ni ek teri haan badle