Slim Jesus - Drill Time (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Slim Jesus - Drill Time (en) Lyrics
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I fuck with savages, you a
fuckboy, you can't hang
You can find me posted up on Frank
block with my fuckin' gang
You ain't really 'bout
shit, stay out my
Cocky
(Let's get it)
Gang and his bitch
Slim Jesus in a cut
You ain't really 'bout shit, stay
out my spot, don't speak my name
Or I pull up on your block
at night, wearing all black
and let that 40 bang
I fucked your girl and I ain't
even try to, that little
hoe, she a fuckin' thot
Got her off the Molly, now she rollin',
all she good for is giving top
I got loud pack, I got school buses,
hurry up fam, come and shop
I got a big 40 with a thirty-clip, and
I call that bitch my fuckin' mop
I paid 350 for a Fendi belt, and
that double F hold up my strap
A lot of y'all just Twitter flex but
this shit ain't just a fuckin' rap
I hear one diss and I'm running
up in your fuckin' trap
You thought shit was sweet 'til
I ran up with no fuckin' mask
Always chasing a check, bitch
I'm really 'bout mine
You a broke boy but you rock designer,
that shit don't sound right
Thought you could sneak diss and
you won't get found, right?
'Til you get caught in traffic, at the
wrong place, at the wrong time
Got a couple shooters and
they ride with me
And they down to shoot
when it's drill time
Pull up and we get to drumming
Let thirty shots out that Glock nine
Now it's back to the trap
with a twenty sack
Rolling up a swisher of
that straight gas
Got a fifty-clip sticking out the MAC
So that's fifty shots
for your goofy ass
Copped a Ferragamo when
I was up at Saks
But my True Religions still off my ass
I got heavy pockets,
I got big ass bands
Run up on me tryna rob,
and that thirty blap
Keep a bankroll on me at all times,
rolled up with a rubber band
Off the lean, that Promethazine got me
walking around like a kick stand
Keep a burner tucked on my right
side, my .380 or my FN
And if I catch you lacking, better
pray to God that my shit jam
B-but if it don't, I'ma take
you out like a fuckin' date
Put a hole in your fuckin'
back if I catch you talkin'
to the fuckin' Jakes
Ain't afraid to catch a body and
skip out from state to state
And if there's a witness, I'ma kill
'em too and I'ma beat the case
Let's get it!
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