Tata, Kyle Richh, Dee Billz - Drid lyrics

Y'all wanna shoot a-, every
Viral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti
My son is everywhere yo , what the fuck?
(Like, everybody shot) yo call Jay, call Jay
(Like, everything dead) (Suck my) Grrah
Like (Glah glah, boom bitch) everybody shot

He tried to run and he tripped he a dummy
Ya' homie got shot and took it on a bummy
(Like) niggas be internet demons, I catch
I'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach
(Grrah grrah, boom)
Ain't no leg shots, I hit medulas
Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler
(Grrt, bow)
Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar
(Grrah grrah)
Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my Rooga
Bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)
Don't run, don't trip
Everything deady nigga, suck a dick


(Bitch)
Niggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care
Cause my niggas in line put
Ya' man's in a spliff (Damn)
Brodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped
(Grrah) thought it was sweet
I put signs in the flicks
(Grrah grrah, boom)
Gotta move tact', on bro he a bitch (Damn)
Movin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the head
Ayo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads
When I hopped out the V, they all fled
They know my bop, Mr everything Dead
(Everybody shot)
Like, I'm in the slime for real
(Everything dead)
Niggas they die for real (Bitch)
So bum, niggas never do nun'
Play wit' my niggas we sliding for real
(Grrah grrah, boom)
They call me Bardi, I'm in Carti
Wit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi
(Damn)
When I'm wit Carter nigga, it's a party
Fuck ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry
She tell me she love me, I said
"are you serious?" like Jay said
"You get shot if you curious" (Bitch)
Oh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like
Don't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)

I'm fast, fill em' wit' ligaments
How you 41K? Like what? You not a ooter
Don't shoot on our drill wit' us
D don't run bitch, dump that gun
(Grrah grrah grrah)
Once we slide, ran on foot
(Like what? like what?)
Li-like what? Put the dick in her throat
(Grrah grrah grrah)
Sh-she a baddie, she cuffin' the chrome
(Grrah)
He-he try to run, put a shot to the dome
(Gang gang gang)
She a thot, gun in her butt (Glah)
Dead off the Migos she fiendin' to rump
Dotti got slapped and got put in a blunt
And free all my brothers
Ain't see them for months
(Grrah grrah grrah)
I'ma G bitch, I swear that I'm clutch
(Grrah) what? Who that? New opp in the runt
(Grrah grrah, boom)
Spot em', we got em, we turn em' to runtz
What? Run down, he get turned into dust
Li-like what? Clap that shit
Up when I black, don't run don't trip
Like what? Shots way too clutch, can't miss
I got a knock wit' a beam on this bitch
What? Ass fat, shit got a bounce
I'm on this shit that
Y'all cannot pronounce
Like, she a thot, she be breakin' it down
Run down, put the beam on his crown

D don't run, d don't trip, like
Got the knock on my hip
If he run up then I'm flockin' this
Shit, like, pop it, lock it
Droppin' this bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)
Strech you (Like what?)
And my ooter, I send em' to send you
(Grrah grrah grrah)
He run up, get erased wit' this pencil
(Damn)
And it's still free the guys out the pen too
(Gang gang gang)
How you see me and I ain't see you?
(Like what? like what?)
Wanted to ask? Boy you shoulda threw
(Nigga you dumb)
That was me, I woulda' sent a few
Like, Ball like Hamidou (Gang gang)
Bro might up it, he clearin' the party
(On bro)
And she mean but you know she a Barbie
(Gang gang)
I might hit it then dip, girl I'm sorry
(Like what? like what?)
I might park her, not talkin'
(Like what? like damn)
I get heavy, she feelin' it still
(Grrah grrah)
Bro a zombie, he dead off the pills
(Grrah grrah, boom)
Toss the heat, I might give em the chills
She recordin', I tell her to chill
(Grrah grrah, boom)
I'm like Brady, throwin' in the field
(Damn)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the back
(Damn, damn) and his dad is up in this pack
(Grrah grrah grrah)
Love my body, I could never lack
(Grrah grrah, boom)
On her body-ody, throw it back, like
Shawty be the strap (Bitch)
Ootin' through the coat
Shorty up it through the fuckin' mat
Spin through, bend through in a U haul, like
Glocky-ocky too strong, like
Hit it wit' my shoes on, like

Grrah grrah grrah, like
Everything dead, bitch
Damn, 41 shots to the head
Everybody shot, everything dead 41, 41-41