Loski, RV, Headie One - Drill lyrics
[Loski, RV, Headie One - Drill lyrics]
The search has claimed that social media
Is being used increasingly by gangs
To provoke each other and
Could be responsible for
A rise in violence the social
Group Catch22 told Sky News
That, "Videos and pictures posted online
Can intensify other rivalries
In ways not experienced
By previous generations"
Let me tell you how my animals move
Step in the cut, designer shoes
Done it in Canada Goose
And these neeks ain't touch me ever
I've bored up their olders too
Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it
Harlem Loose crime scenes we done many plus
SA way too cheffy
Anytime the opps make snaps, me
M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly
Splash man down that's blood 'pon many
We came through and them boy weren't ready
Step for the kill don't bring that celly
Say misch mash but their stack's on empty
Got Naghz like Future got Metro
Shoot that nigga if bro don't trust
Slow down baby or screw me
Trying on my hoodie, put it down love
Smoking on dog or cookie
I see man stooky when shotgun buss
You get got then you run out of luck
Bruck down 20 of each
I distribute grubs at the same way
President Trump distributing his speech
I swear me and T would've been rich
If we ever had a run that's clean
But for years we was doing up jail
Between two Gs that's hundreds of weeks
That's all for jugging and violence
Obbo in the hood that's Trident
Things in the kitchen that's science
Trap phones filled up with clients
And the opps can't tell me 'bout riding
I had the whole block smelling like tyres
And I know what it feels
Like to be dead broke
I scrapped the fuck out the Pyrex
I heard a whole load of sirens
How they talk about pressure? When
It's me that applied it
I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra
Dem man are Brock like Lesnar
I still get it in a dance
I couldn't give a fuck
About wands and sensors
Circle the opp block too many times
Now the gang just restless
My phone done a One last night
I just spent it
'Cause these weapons still part of expenses
I'm still stuck in the trenches
Been locked in a room
With weights and benches
My trap phone still bench press
Spend it on teeth and we
Ain't even gotta go dentist
Drilling, trapping, olympic chinging
Name an opp block I ain't been in
Anything green get bun
Hit anyone except kids and women
Rambos twinning
On a late night tryna catch man slippin'
Go home with my black blade
Drippin', dem man run, shit
I pray that I catch one trippin'
Chef man down I'm Michelin starred
Tools in the ride like I'm fixing a car
Who's got a problem? No block in
Tottenham does more drilling than ours
I can get man down with the team
Or I can ride alone
Leave my house and my keys
Rambo tucked and a Lyca phone
Jakes done a raid at my mum's house
I can tell that she ain't impressed
I swear down I really hate these feds
Must think I'm dumb
To have this gun and stay at the same address
They couldn't rate me less
DC tried read my rights
Told him not to waste his breath
Re'd up on a g pack
All of these cells that I hit to the b-cats
Could have me back in a cell in a b-cat
And I ain't tryna see that
So I gotta step with caution
Sliders or expensive Jordans
RV I'm stuck in the trap
Like my girl didn't get an abortion
Is being used increasingly by gangs
To provoke each other and
Could be responsible for
A rise in violence the social
Group Catch22 told Sky News
That, "Videos and pictures posted online
Can intensify other rivalries
In ways not experienced
By previous generations"
Let me tell you how my animals move
Step in the cut, designer shoes
Done it in Canada Goose
And these neeks ain't touch me ever
I've bored up their olders too
Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it
Harlem Loose crime scenes we done many plus
SA way too cheffy
Anytime the opps make snaps, me
M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly
Splash man down that's blood 'pon many
We came through and them boy weren't ready
Step for the kill don't bring that celly
Say misch mash but their stack's on empty
Got Naghz like Future got Metro
Shoot that nigga if bro don't trust
Slow down baby or screw me
Trying on my hoodie, put it down love
Smoking on dog or cookie
I see man stooky when shotgun buss
You get got then you run out of luck
Bruck down 20 of each
I distribute grubs at the same way
President Trump distributing his speech
I swear me and T would've been rich
If we ever had a run that's clean
But for years we was doing up jail
Between two Gs that's hundreds of weeks
That's all for jugging and violence
Obbo in the hood that's Trident
Things in the kitchen that's science
Trap phones filled up with clients
And the opps can't tell me 'bout riding
I had the whole block smelling like tyres
And I know what it feels
Like to be dead broke
I scrapped the fuck out the Pyrex
I heard a whole load of sirens
How they talk about pressure? When
It's me that applied it
I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra
Dem man are Brock like Lesnar
I still get it in a dance
I couldn't give a fuck
About wands and sensors
Circle the opp block too many times
Now the gang just restless
My phone done a One last night
I just spent it
'Cause these weapons still part of expenses
I'm still stuck in the trenches
Been locked in a room
With weights and benches
My trap phone still bench press
Spend it on teeth and we
Ain't even gotta go dentist
Drilling, trapping, olympic chinging
Name an opp block I ain't been in
Anything green get bun
Hit anyone except kids and women
Rambos twinning
On a late night tryna catch man slippin'
Go home with my black blade
Drippin', dem man run, shit
I pray that I catch one trippin'
Chef man down I'm Michelin starred
Tools in the ride like I'm fixing a car
Who's got a problem? No block in
Tottenham does more drilling than ours
I can get man down with the team
Or I can ride alone
Leave my house and my keys
Rambo tucked and a Lyca phone
Jakes done a raid at my mum's house
I can tell that she ain't impressed
I swear down I really hate these feds
Must think I'm dumb
To have this gun and stay at the same address
They couldn't rate me less
DC tried read my rights
Told him not to waste his breath
Re'd up on a g pack
All of these cells that I hit to the b-cats
Could have me back in a cell in a b-cat
And I ain't tryna see that
So I gotta step with caution
Sliders or expensive Jordans
RV I'm stuck in the trap
Like my girl didn't get an abortion