Duwap Kaine - Drill Time (Slim Jesus Remix) lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Drill Time Slim Jesus Remix lyrics]
Posted up on the mop block
Wit' the thirty tucked re-real tight
Gun smoke go to his face 'cause
I don't do no fights
I'm po'd up, I'm throwed off
You niggas be so soft
I was right there, you was right there
You was wit' a gun, It didn't go off
I got this Glock 40 on my hip
I saw the police so I had to dip
I got that Mac wit' that extended clip
I'm on the block, I'ma make a flip
Dr-Drive by in that black van
Got a new chopper straight from Japan
I'm off the lean, off the Codeine and I'm
Leanin' like a kickstand
Break down these Backwoods 'cause
I'm rollin' gas, i'm smokin' gas
Let a nigga talk about me, I'ma roll him up
I'ma smoke his ass
In the field wit' a chrome
Dressed in all black
And I'm gon' off the drugs
I'm gone off the Act'
My niggas down to ride, you better be outside
'Cause you was talkin' 'bout me but
You not ready to die
Shootin' all these guns
My bullets gonna glide
These niggas scary, always wanna hide
My choppa talkin' to yo' face, open wide
You always do that Twitter talkin'
Come and slide
These niggas made because I took they
Guns and took they hoes
These niggas mad because I got that
Money and got the dough
These niggas made because I'm up
Next and they next do'
And if a nigga take my things
Then I ain't 'bout to go
Got a pole, let it blow, pockets swole
Money do not fold
Pistol show the pleasure, ayy
Bullets show the measure, ayy
I am a trendsetter, ayy, I
Will show you terror, ayy
No, I ain't no teller, ayy
But shout-out my bank-teller, ayy
Pistol to ya head, we want
Answers, that's that pressure, ayy
Wit' the thirty tucked re-real tight
Gun smoke go to his face 'cause
I don't do no fights
I'm po'd up, I'm throwed off
You niggas be so soft
I was right there, you was right there
You was wit' a gun, It didn't go off
I got this Glock 40 on my hip
I saw the police so I had to dip
I got that Mac wit' that extended clip
I'm on the block, I'ma make a flip
Dr-Drive by in that black van
Got a new chopper straight from Japan
I'm off the lean, off the Codeine and I'm
Leanin' like a kickstand
Break down these Backwoods 'cause
I'm rollin' gas, i'm smokin' gas
Let a nigga talk about me, I'ma roll him up
I'ma smoke his ass
In the field wit' a chrome
Dressed in all black
And I'm gon' off the drugs
I'm gone off the Act'
My niggas down to ride, you better be outside
'Cause you was talkin' 'bout me but
You not ready to die
Shootin' all these guns
My bullets gonna glide
These niggas scary, always wanna hide
My choppa talkin' to yo' face, open wide
You always do that Twitter talkin'
Come and slide
These niggas made because I took they
Guns and took they hoes
These niggas mad because I got that
Money and got the dough
These niggas made because I'm up
Next and they next do'
And if a nigga take my things
Then I ain't 'bout to go
Got a pole, let it blow, pockets swole
Money do not fold
Pistol show the pleasure, ayy
Bullets show the measure, ayy
I am a trendsetter, ayy, I
Will show you terror, ayy
No, I ain't no teller, ayy
But shout-out my bank-teller, ayy
Pistol to ya head, we want
Answers, that's that pressure, ayy