King Yella Drill Time Remix (Feat. Killa Kellz x P.Rico x Slim Jesus) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

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[Intro: King Yella]

Shout out Slim Jesus you know we rocking with you shorty

All that gang shit man, real gang shit

Squad shit don't forget that squad shit bitch

Chiraq man, them niggas really do this shit man, ain't no play play, nigga

You gon' meet your day dumbass

Drill time!


[Verse 1: King Yella]

It's drill time make a mil time

Hustle hard stay on the grind

Skeezy gang 'til a nigga die

In the field shooting in the Chi

Hit his top leave the fetty ah

Fetty Wap I got a lot of guap

I'm insane so fuck the opps

All my glizzy got hella mops

Dread head look like a mop

Thirty on him watch the soda pop

Then shoot 'til the soda pop

With hella drop count a million knots

Bankroll I'm fresh nigga

King Yella I'm next nigga

Cloud me up I'm the best nigga

Your favorite rapper is a fuck nigga

Preparation helped me make a force

In the field never play no sports

Bad bitch ass like a horse

Kill the beat I don't need a chorus

Number one fuck who is fourth

Been gang banging since a little dwarf

South side shout out to the north

Free Splash he a fucking bug

Soft niggas really need a hug

Bullets in you like a fuckin' drug

Dedicated to getting cake

Everyday bitch a holiday

Hippogriff living in the lake

Kill a nigga then skipping states

Rolling hard no fucking skates

Gorilla nigga I'm a fucking ape


[Break]

Let's get it

Let's get, let's get it

Squad

Killa!

Let's get it


[Verse 2: Killa Kellz]

It's JoJo world where we get it busting

Bitch we get it jumping like a kangaroo

I draw nigga and I paint them too

Around hella killers but they hella cool

No hesitation we'll get to spraying

Leave a nigga shaking like a bopper do

Televise him and put him on the news

I'll wet a nigga like he in the pool

Team No Lacking I never snooze

I stay packing like I'm about to move

Insane we breaking hella rules

But we checking bags like we work for [?]

We big balling y'all little balling

Y'alls still shooting don't play cool

Racked up like I play pool, better yet like I play tennis

You start war, we go finish it

Got hella guns with hella drums

Fuck 30's no more extenders

Chiraq where niggas die at

Where niggas get popped niggas we rocked

And make bitch niggas go bye bye

Young niggas they tote guns and they'll never ever hesitate

You old enough to play with a gun I'll kill his ass before he graduate

Nigga loose lips get sewed up

Niggas act tough 'til that mac bust

Make a stand up nigga fold up

An opp nigga better not ever lack

That red dot will pop a nigga top and leave a nigga dead laying on his back


[Verse 3: P. Rico]

Pull up to the cemetery cause that's where all the opps at

Ride around with a bad bitch smoking opp pack and she want to match

Take a nigga with no gun he a straight lick I need that

These hands grip big knots

Thirty pop make my hand hot

Squeeze a thirty in his deadlocks

His head look like a wet mop

Never fear another man cause another man bleed like me too

Niggas come riding down my block they don't even know how to shoot

Whole time I'm speaking fast cause niggas hoes that's true

Whole time y'all some broke niggas, whole time mama just pray for y'all

All my niggas outside playing crazy catching bodies we gon' get involved

My little niggas they outside they be shooting shit just to prove a point

And I got older niggas outside toting thirties just got out the joint

All this cash on me, shorty ass on me but a nigga still on point

If a nigga run up on me I'mma shoot his ass like a fucking three point


[Verse 4: Slim Jesus]

You can't hang with me if you on goofy shit

Let an opp stain me, I can’t do that shit

Got a red dot with a ruler clip

That's 30 shots at your medula bitch

I be flexing hard got big bands

Fucked your bitch prolly why you mad

Double cupping like a kick stand

Smoking loud pack I don't fuck with xans

Fuck boy twitter flexing let him ball out

Pull up on him 30 clip let 'em all out

If you ain't with you gang then you a stain to us

Extended clips extra ammo you can't bang with us

So many haters on my dick I got to tote two straps

Blew up the internet put my city on the map

And I'm still posted up with my little hommies in the fucking trap

Bad bitch roll up my weed and you goofy if you think all I do is rap


[Outro: Slim Jesus]

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it 

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