StanWill - Drill Freestyle lyrics

Whole lotta gang shit, man
Whole lotta gang shit y'all know what it is
Y'all know what the fuck type time I'm on
Yeah, real ShittyBoy shit
Bet not say it's up, hmm hmm, yeah
(This is Fate, right?)

Bet not say it's up, or I'll
Put the gang on your head
Make it hard to maneuver
Brodie be scoring, any time he send a shot
Ain't no way niggas guarding my shooter
I ain't got feelings for bitches
I bought me a Goose 'cause it feel
Like my heart in the cooler
Looked at my pendant and
Damn near went blind
I told the bitch she gotta pardon my jeweler
Told your bitch, "Walk
" she using her feet if
She ain't on her kneecaps
I could be blind as a bitch
I promise to God I'ma see racks
I was inside walking? Never
You always saw me where the street at
In Cali' at Beni'
Hibachi the only place I ever eat at
(No cap) she hopped in the Sprinter and
Turned to a runner (Haha) , yeah
I'm in the kitty, gon' burn me some rubber
I made it out, but I learned from the gutter
Pop out with Glocks
Let it burn like I'm Usher
Promise if you left me hurt, you gon' suffer
Pop at his top, watch him burst like a Gusher
It's cold in the streets
Bullets burn through his puffer (Brrt, brrt)
(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita, man, you know
What the fuck going on, let's get it)
Thumbing through money then caught arthritis
Think we gon' fight? You gon'
Talk to the Highest
Caught me a play while I'm off in the islands
My bitch don't get flowers
I bought her some diamonds
I don't know if she gon' fuck 'cause
I'm up or focus on me (I don't even know)
She made you pay for the pussy
I bet you I fuck for the free
(Got that bitch for the freeball)
He tryna find out some shade
He know ain't no ducking the heat
(Nigga hiding in the shades, tryna duck shit)
Tell him go find all his marbles
He thinking he fucking with me
(Nigga lost his motherfucking marbles)
Hopped in the spaceship, I'm thinking like
"Where in the fuck is the key?"
(What the fuck?) only time I'm ever in
The set without dragging
Me a bag is when I walk in
(Hold on, run that shit back
Run that shit back, run that shit back)
Hold on, what?
(One more time, one more time, one more time)
Only time I'm at the set without dragging
A bag is when I walk in (Haha, no cap)
They could chop both the feet off my legs
I bet you I'm still on all ten
They could chop both the feet off my legs
I bet you I'm still gon' be stepping
(Stepping on shit)
They need to make a new coin
My bitch ain't a dime 'cause she an eleven
(On God, she cold)
I seen him ball up a fist
He opened his eyes and he was in Heaven
(He died)
Look at my future, I bet you see greatness
I swear this shit feel like it's destined
(Look great, Motherfuckers know I been born
The GOAT, for real, no cap)
I'm with the Dog Shit Militia, you know that
Flash on the stick like
I'm shooting with Kodak
He in his feelings, might be where his ho at
Woke up this morning like
"I wanna blow racks" talking 'bout dogshit
He can't even show that my bitch so cold
Where the fuck is her coat at?
Rocking the boat with your bitch
Finna row that if it ain't Quagy or Wock'
We don't pour that
We catch him out, off his top, nigga, no hat
Skinny as fuck, know my pockets, they so fat
We do not talk to the cops, we ain't no rats
I break her heart after I break a ho back
I'll have lil' bro slime you out
Swear he so slatt
Took me a trip from the floor
Where the O at?
Bougie lil' bitch never been where it snow at
Hop in the AMG, know I'm gon float that
Unky addicted, he like, "Where the four at?"
Why you got sticks if you
Know you won't blow that? Counting up racks
Finna shoot where some more at
We get the drop
You know we where the dough at
Pop out with weapons
They knowing we don't lack
Niggas ain't cut from my cloth
You can't sow that

Huh, yeah shittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, man
You know what the fuck going on
You know that's on every song, man
Real ShittyBoy shit
She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit
But you know that, yeah though