King Louie - Made Drill lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Smoking dope getting tree high
Bitch I'm wit yeah she bi
Keep it hunnid got a lotta 100s
Need a hit I put dollas on it
More money more problems
Can't sleep I need codine
And I'm smoking like a dope fiend
Hang wit pokers they be pokin'
Shit is chess not checkers
Shoot a nigga in his freckles
Thowing bullets don't get tackled
MUBU gang bunch o' made man
Say they out here but they stay in
No talking we just spraying
Niggas thinking that we playing
Till ya catch they ass in traffic
They show 'em it ain't just rap shit
Choppa make'em do a back flip
Give a bitch boy a face lift
They ain't hard they just play tough
Man these fuck boys made up
Driving fast getting knocked down
I feel good call me James Brown
I can die any day now
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(Verse 2)
Get ya damn head knocked off
All I do is smoke hot sauce
All I do is fuck bo$$ hoes
In that G wag' makin bo$$ moves (skeet)
Pull up ready to commit drills
Have us looking fo' ya like Waldo (where they at?!)
Holla at ya wit the sawed off (skeet)
Then hall off, all black shit (eh)
Get whacked shit, AK rounds make ya do shit (like what?!)
Like back flip, split in half
Crash the whip get away
That drill shit not that otha shit
This that run up on em and make him sucka clip (boom boom boom)
Time to show these niggas who they fucking wit
No love for a bitch, just fuck & dip (bitch)
Erryday I'm fly like a fucking trip
Got so many hoes Ima fucking p.i.m.p.
On anotha note I'm a fucking bo$$ (boss)
If I wanted to I can get 'em lost
If I wanted to I can get ya hit (boom)
If I wanted to I could fuck yo' bitch (do it)
But all I do is smoke dope and brick
It's a fuckin' a hit
To ya otha niggas I'm the fuckin realist (what!?)
Hang wit' millionaires and some fuckin' killas
At the same time ball like hang time
Smokin' gasoline rollin' off a bean
With yo bitch and her friend doin' awesome things (what?!)
& we livin' dreams
Bitches suckin' dick to boost they selfesteem (boss)
Ya wouldn't know about it ('get about it)
Just forget about it
Ya can run up I'll shoot ya up in yo head
And then I'll get up out it, they get that shit? (get it)
Ya say they got lean, did ya hit that shit?!
Let's hope it's a hit, we ain't no vics
We be hittin licks, run up in yo' crib if ya got them bricks (skeet)
Smokin' on dope siping Actavis (go)
Bitches go dumb on sum' active shit (pwoot)
I be macking on my apple shit
Bullets get let off and tackle shit
Got em snitches in that apple, bitch?
To live erryday that's a risk
My niggas gangstas & gentlemen
Want an argument we gon' drill 'em bitch (drill, haha)
