Veeze - Not a Drill lyrics

This is not a fire drill, young nigga (yeah)
This is not a fire drill, young nigga
This the real thing
(Aw man, gerski, You won't leave him a clue?
Please, for my man Taz)
Gang, gang, yeah (You know that)

Fuck that bitch at nighttime, daytime
She won't see me
Actin' like a asshole, pocket holdin' fifty
(You know that)
Pull up with a Mickey Mouse clip
This ain't Disney (This ain't Disney)
Spin a bend and faceshot a nigga
Steal identity (Face his ass)
Put a brick of dog food on you
Can you flip it? (Can you?)
Sippin' lean like Paul Wall
I might just put a grill in (yeah)
Boy, go get your pompoms
Chillin' with the bitches
(Chillin' with the bitches)
You know me, pull a Pluto move, take wife
Scottie Pippen (Haha ha)
This cup full of all rеd
Like it beef with Crippin'
(Like it beef with Crippin')
I damn near got hеad from every
Bad bitch in the city, keep that
Doggy in a 360 deal pullin' gimmicks
(Swear to God) "What's that floatin' in your
Cup?" Mind your business (Shh)
I'm on SportsCenter, Rodeo, pulled Achilles
I spent a band on drank before I ate
I need an ass whippin'
My closet like a fuckin' clothing store
I need a cash register damn, I feel abused
These bitches pullin' on my belt buckle
(These bitches pullin' on me)
Nigga you need help with somethin'? Nigga
Pump the gas or somethin'
Order 10K ones on that bum
Put confetti on 'em
Catch a nigga slip, switch hrrrt
Spaghetti on 'em
I gotta keep my double cup so
I won't go to hell alone
(I won't go to hell alone)
This is not no fire drill, young nigga
I got fire on me (I got fire on me)
Lex just walked in, that's my twin
Balenciaga on me
(That's my twin, Balenciaga on me)
Nigga talk 'bout killin' on the 'net
He damn near tattled on me
(He damn near snitched on me)
Won't believe this hoodie fifteen hundred
Without no logo on it (Man)
Boy, we be done spanked lil' homie
Bitches tattin' "Ganger" on 'em
I ain't never hate before, dog so broke
I'm prayin' for him
She up naked waitin' for me
Got the trenches bangin' on me (yeah)
When I hit the bank, they know me
I feel I'm they favorite custy'

This is not a fire drill, young nigga
(You better know that, yeah)
This is not a fire drill, young nigga
This the real thing gang (On my mama, yeah)

A eight in one pop and
We drink like it's normal
(Drink like it's normal)
I fucked, but I seen her with her man
Played it cordial (You know I'm him)
Put him in the U-IP, Unimportant person
(Huh?)
My jeans patched with zebra stripes, tigers
And some horse skin I don't got no barber
These hoes say I'm adorable (yeah)
Paid In Full like Harlem
Drive Benzes while we servin'
(I swear to God) bet when we get on him
He won't make it to surgery
Blickied down, keep goin', on
Some, "What's poppin', ger?"
Bougie bitch online say she
Want a fluffy puppy
(She want a fluffy puppy) me, I got a pint
On Amazon searchin' slush machine
She got on Bottega, purse and feet
It look like bamboo leaf
You know I'm a double cuppin' king
Call me Your Majesty
She say I'm the man in her dreams
I'm her fantasy
You know you ain't findin' none
Of this shit, boy, stop askin' 'bout it
You might catch lil' bro ballin', shit
He Bryce Maximus (He Bryce Maximus)
Thought you was gon' be my valentine
Better luck next year
(Better luck next year)
Watch me pour this red in this Big Blue
Watch me set trip (Watch me set trip)
Why she only good for head
And cookin'? Why she Matilda?
Watch me drive the foreign with my kneecap
Roll the 'Wood up (yeah)
'Fore they close the casket, fix my fingers
Throw the hood up oh my, oh my goodness
You took my swag to Woodward
I gotta keep that wood tucked
That boy my only good luck
(I gotta keep that wood tucked)
Damn, where all the love go? I'm
Feelin' like Snoop and Suge 'nem
All this shit here personal use
They actin' like it's a drug bust (Goddamn)
"Veeze a fuckin' hoodlum
No way no kid look up to him"
(No way no kid look up to him)
Came up out the slums
But next house gon' have a butler
(Next house gon' have a butler)
Know you heard of lil cuz 'nem
They swingin' shit like nunchucks
Three hoes on me at once
This shit like Alvin and the Chimpmunks
(This shit like Alvin and the Chimpmunks)
Right now it's six lines on my abs
I ain't do sit-ups (I ain't do sit-ups)
Say thanks to my guys
All y'all niggas who wanna hit Trent up
(yeah) tired of niggas stealin' stuff
Tell 'em where you got it from
I need something for Fathers Day
I need roses by the dozen
I am not in competition, nigga
I'll blow your budget
I'm the fucking city Kobe Bryant
You DeMar DeRozan (DeMar DeRozan)

This is not a fire drill, young nigga
(I swear to God) on my motherfuckin' grandma
This is not a fire drill, young nigga
This the real thing

I just came here to let y'all know
That Veeze is my favorite rapper
The best rapper in the fuckin' world
You dig? Kay