Unknown T - Who said drill's dead? lyrics
Unknown T [Daniel Lena] Uganda - London, GB.
[Unknown T - Who said drill's dead? lyrics]
Listen
I'm back on my strip and a pack just landed
'Bout to feed all of the mandem
Cause up tantrums, any vio's on a random
The wap's too hot, the machine got abandoned
Fuck it, there ain't no love in the industry
Now man's in the streets with my gangnem
Party with opps, we'll pull up and bang them
You can't take this for ransom (Byaow)
Took the X10 airborne, blud
Leave the next skeng pump
Look big like the phantom
Touchin' a platinum
Man love to talk, we attack them
Make the whole strip light up like a lantern
Put the device right under the
Car then we track thеm
Mission complete then wе stack them
She wanna fuck with a mad man
This badeen holds keys for the mandem
Bro sleepin' in pens for a C2M
We don't know who that slappin'
The jakes conspire on us 'cah
We bust couple mad tings
Prosecutions on a sad ting, no further action
Step with arms broad day, no cappin'
I got looners with heart
That will back heads, smack it
Grip the 32's on a random
Anyone dare cause a tantrum
What's happenin'?
Heard there's inhouse them sides
Everyone's rattlin' need all types of grub
More goons on this crap ting
Rap cling, daytime, touch shells, pack sling
The machine's off safety, we made a wap spin
When it's past nine
All you hear is back pings
Late night, should've been in the stu'
But, I hate opps too, they're distractin'
Got the fame, got girl from Toronto tapped in
FaceTime, please, now, my homegirl's actin'
First class, she loves travellin'
Sexy West ting, got a weave and lashes
It's a shame 'cah we love teeth and mashes
So you gotta keep me attracted
Tables turn, this beef I manage
You can't leave, I'm a savage
Forget the shank
Heard they said that drill's dead
Bit of mileage, rev and they're live instead
I don't know 'bout chattings, I grind instead
Fuck it, I might as well fly these pebs
Pass smoke, but clients in debt
Where my dough? You don't
Know violence means bread
It's silent when the waps and the
Ding's in the glides intense (Euff)
Look, opps can't fuck with a 'tug
Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
We're livе, more time, it's a 98 ting
I rap, but I still might provide that gun
Shotgun, two casеs, two operations done
Listen (Euff, euff)
They can run, can't hide 'cah cases get flung
(Mh hmm, mh hmm)
The location's dumb, of course
You can't come (Listen)
Who's said, "Drill's dead"?
Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red
A yute got done, ain't a corpse
But course we attempt (Euff)
Spent two thousand on the boots
Start runnin' i hate dumb yutes on the fence
No cautions, crash, splash it with intent
(Yuck)
I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench
This corn's like a rash, it spreads (Grrt)
You ain't ever been live in the T
With a live in the tee
Done drills, I repent, QZ's, represent
Dumb paparazzis wan' pree the events
If the scene's red taped
It's a serious offense
I'ma back my brolo, we never fence
I'm leavin' ya drenched (Eugh)
Grown men try act up, fill 'em with sense
Check the crime scene, it's a ments (Eugh)
Me and my Glocks like batty and bench
Rass this, span the cartridge
We attendin' then drop out
Feed them revenge, boom
Side by side with a G Lock
3-point turn 'cah we blew off again
My red chop ting hold skengs
Stamp on the brown and peng
Pen sizes or attempts and a
Whole leap of trials
(Mh hmm, mh hmm) , buss them, boom
It's my turn, little baby
Tell my bae, "No pictures", that's a baities
Babylon hate me, but the world rate me
Livin' life like the crack game in the 80's
(Yuck) about drill ain't dead, I'm dead
All the bros got bread, maybe
You're just lazy
Heard the plug got stained by a kid
That's my young thug, shit, call me feisty
Tekky
Who's said, "Drill's dead"?
Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red
A yute got done, ain't a corpse
But course we attempt (Euff)
Spent two thousand on the boots
Start runnin' i hate dumb yutes on the fence
No cautions, crash, splash it with intent
(Yuck)
I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench
This corn's like a rash, it spreads (Grrt)
Grrt, listen, opps can't fuck with a 'tug
Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
We're live, more time, it's a 98 ting
I rap, but I still might provide that gun
Listen, opps can't fuck with a 'tug
Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
Woosh, woosh, tek and run
Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
I'm back on my strip and a pack just landed
'Bout to feed all of the mandem
Cause up tantrums, any vio's on a random
The wap's too hot, the machine got abandoned
Fuck it, there ain't no love in the industry
Now man's in the streets with my gangnem
Party with opps, we'll pull up and bang them
You can't take this for ransom (Byaow)
Took the X10 airborne, blud
Leave the next skeng pump
Look big like the phantom
Touchin' a platinum
Man love to talk, we attack them
Make the whole strip light up like a lantern
Put the device right under the
Car then we track thеm
Mission complete then wе stack them
She wanna fuck with a mad man
This badeen holds keys for the mandem
Bro sleepin' in pens for a C2M
We don't know who that slappin'
The jakes conspire on us 'cah
We bust couple mad tings
Prosecutions on a sad ting, no further action
Step with arms broad day, no cappin'
I got looners with heart
That will back heads, smack it
Grip the 32's on a random
Anyone dare cause a tantrum
What's happenin'?
Heard there's inhouse them sides
Everyone's rattlin' need all types of grub
More goons on this crap ting
Rap cling, daytime, touch shells, pack sling
The machine's off safety, we made a wap spin
When it's past nine
All you hear is back pings
Late night, should've been in the stu'
But, I hate opps too, they're distractin'
Got the fame, got girl from Toronto tapped in
FaceTime, please, now, my homegirl's actin'
First class, she loves travellin'
Sexy West ting, got a weave and lashes
It's a shame 'cah we love teeth and mashes
So you gotta keep me attracted
Tables turn, this beef I manage
You can't leave, I'm a savage
Forget the shank
Heard they said that drill's dead
Bit of mileage, rev and they're live instead
I don't know 'bout chattings, I grind instead
Fuck it, I might as well fly these pebs
Pass smoke, but clients in debt
Where my dough? You don't
Know violence means bread
It's silent when the waps and the
Ding's in the glides intense (Euff)
Look, opps can't fuck with a 'tug
Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
We're livе, more time, it's a 98 ting
I rap, but I still might provide that gun
Shotgun, two casеs, two operations done
Listen (Euff, euff)
They can run, can't hide 'cah cases get flung
(Mh hmm, mh hmm)
The location's dumb, of course
You can't come (Listen)
Who's said, "Drill's dead"?
Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red
A yute got done, ain't a corpse
But course we attempt (Euff)
Spent two thousand on the boots
Start runnin' i hate dumb yutes on the fence
No cautions, crash, splash it with intent
(Yuck)
I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench
This corn's like a rash, it spreads (Grrt)
You ain't ever been live in the T
With a live in the tee
Done drills, I repent, QZ's, represent
Dumb paparazzis wan' pree the events
If the scene's red taped
It's a serious offense
I'ma back my brolo, we never fence
I'm leavin' ya drenched (Eugh)
Grown men try act up, fill 'em with sense
Check the crime scene, it's a ments (Eugh)
Me and my Glocks like batty and bench
Rass this, span the cartridge
We attendin' then drop out
Feed them revenge, boom
Side by side with a G Lock
3-point turn 'cah we blew off again
My red chop ting hold skengs
Stamp on the brown and peng
Pen sizes or attempts and a
Whole leap of trials
(Mh hmm, mh hmm) , buss them, boom
It's my turn, little baby
Tell my bae, "No pictures", that's a baities
Babylon hate me, but the world rate me
Livin' life like the crack game in the 80's
(Yuck) about drill ain't dead, I'm dead
All the bros got bread, maybe
You're just lazy
Heard the plug got stained by a kid
That's my young thug, shit, call me feisty
Tekky
Who's said, "Drill's dead"?
Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red
A yute got done, ain't a corpse
But course we attempt (Euff)
Spent two thousand on the boots
Start runnin' i hate dumb yutes on the fence
No cautions, crash, splash it with intent
(Yuck)
I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench
This corn's like a rash, it spreads (Grrt)
Grrt, listen, opps can't fuck with a 'tug
Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
We're live, more time, it's a 98 ting
I rap, but I still might provide that gun
Listen, opps can't fuck with a 'tug
Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
Woosh, woosh, tek and run
Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
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