Drill Em

Yo Bro You ready to go and press oh Done have the fires and them here And the clips and them full You done know we need this money dawg So we out here without fear Let we look to press Tallo with me Wah he say go we don’t backtrack Na I’m in the city Big black with me We a mismatch Yea You fucking with me Blow your kidneys out your ribs like Yea Locked up on Fredrick Yea You gon respect me now I’m from the islands where we kill shit like we devil child Bro in the kitchen, it’s illegal if you snitching The cops corrupt You try to talk and end up missing We had no pot to piss in I was in em buildings drilling Killing Drinking lean since like 09 I had to stop I was looking down like I was 39 Broski gripped up with the nine I had the .38 You tryna diss the Rasta party swear you gone be late Ain’t no debate You either dead or in jail But we ain't scared of none And all our opps are in hell cuz we gon clap for fun And if TC grab your chain, you gotta buy it back That’s 50 racks when u paid 20 stacks In da party with 20 nighas That's 20 macs And a big ass desert eagle that could blow your back Don’t try to run, we sold u cake mix for a 100 stacks Now we tryna buy it back Your life be on the price tag I got some bullets in this mag look like an ice cap That F&N will have you freezing with a light tap Shit Everything they had on me just really couldn’t stick They caught me with the fire, but no prints up on the stick They thought they caught me packing Pulled a pistol with a dick They know I’m always packing My bullets they really hit They put me in the den but imma lion in the pit And it ain’t no conversation Trinidad know I’m the shit