Drill Time (Freestyle)
• Written by Feimous
Pull up on em wit a mini chop
boa i swear to god he gon feel them shots
tried to hide bodies, clean it up
thats alotta blood imma need a mop
my shordies clippin like blake griffin
yall niggas bitches like tooka mom
make sure if he see a drill
shoot em in the head, now he forgot
glock 40 extended clip
that buzzer beater imma shoot em quicc
these 223s go through a brick
so i dont care if he a lil big
kill a bitch on his carpet
finna roll up dont need a stick
im never not sippin hi tech
pourin up syrup
I aint even sick
No games n shit no xbox
no call of duty these real shots
head shots and thats dead ops
when i hit you wit dat red dot
yo forty jam thats cock blocks
Im sprayin up yo whole block
like insects dont get squashed
dem bullet shells go tick tock
got real guns
no fake props
no re runs boa you a actor
he try to run
But i aim it faster
gotta hit his back
scary chiropractor
how its drill time
but you just a rapper
slim threat, you not a factor
Die Ls you da biggest lacker
these hollows flying like pteyrydactyls
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Feimous
Member since March 13 2014