Baby Drill Flow lyrics

[Chorus]
Damn, damn, damn, damn
One of my mans just died, I'm mad as f*ck, but I still can't feel that sh*t
Heard one of the opps just got poked up, when his ass get out, we gon' drill that b*tch
That lil' ho freaked out, freaked out, kick the ho right out the spot, I ain't feel that b*tch
We on some murder sh*t, hold your glizzy up if you ever shot it
Clutchin' on this Judge, it shoot shells like a f*ckin' shotty (Like a f*ckin' shotty)
n*gga, why you cappin' when you rappin'? Ain't got no f*ckin' body (Ain't got no f*ckin' body)
The way my youngins quick to leave some sh*t, we need a porta-potty (They need a porta-potty)

[Verse]
Man, forty degrees the only thing we do, n*gga, f*ck a college (Bah, bah, bah)
I been pullin' racks out of these skinnies like, boy, f*ck a wallet (f*ck a wallet)
n*ggas not еven scammin', they just take it out, thеn redeposit (Then redeposit)
I was born with manners and with standards, n*gga, f*ck a profit (f*ck a profit)
The way Lil T be snatchin' souls, they thought he was evil (They thought he was evil)
They don't even know he zip one up and then he pray to Jesus (And then he pray to Jesus)
Thank the Lord for my mistakes, know I got right for all my people (I got right for all my people)
They done snaked this n*gga once, promise it will not be a sequel (Will not be a sequel)
Slap this di*k inside my glizzy, ho won't stop, she keep on c*mmin'
They thought I was from Detroit 'cause just like Andre, I be drummin' (Just like Andre, I be drummin')
I call them all my lil' baboons, my brothers gorillas and they monkeys (Gorillas and they monkeys)
I'm quick to rock out like Dwayne, I leave 'em lost just like Jumanji (Leave 'em lost just like Jumanji)
Ayy, heard they want 'em dead, but they ain't slid, I guess they scared (I guess they scared)
f*ck that, don't shoot a n*gga in the leg, headshot, shoot a n*gga ass in the dreads (Bah, bah)
Hop out, freak in the hotbox geeked
How you love her, but she don't even get f*cked on the bed? (Freak, freak, freak)
f*ck a tweet, n*gga, let's meet (Let's meet)
Slide, Lil T on the beat like a sled (Yeah)
f*ck a lil' tweet
Thick lil' sh*t tryna get in the sheets (Get in the sheets)
Brand-new whip, can't f*ck up the seats (Can't f*ck up the seats)
Hear the narcs out, scream f*ck 12 every week (f*ck 12 every week)
Thick lil' sh*t, charge a ho for the D (Charge a ho for the D)
Freak-ass ho can't f*ck with T (Can't f*ck with T)
Nah, ho, not for free (Not for free)
When it's beef, hear a R.I.P. every f*ckin' week (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
Lots of sticks, lots of f*ckin' drums, lots of f*ckin' guns (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*gga, we just like the Sinaloa, we got lots of tons (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, we got lots of funds (Huh)
Back, back, back, back, back, we don't do one on one (One on one)
Ayy, this four-nick leave his ass where he don't know sh*t (Where he don't know sh*t)
Hop inside that water, I had floated like a blowfish (Just like a blowfish)
I just started rappin', they say, "T, you on some GOAT sh*t" (You on some GOAT sh*t)
Man, long live lil' twin, shout out lil' Cam, he on some more sh*t (He on some more sh*t)
[Chorus]
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
One of my mans just died, I'm mad as f*ck, I still can't feel this sh*t (Can't feel this sh*t)
Heard one of the opps just got poked up, when his ass get out, we gon' kill that b*tch (We gon' kill that b*tch)
That lil' ho freaked out, freaked out, kick the ho right out the spot, I ain't feel that b*tch (I ain't feel that b*tch)
We on some murder sh*t, hold your glizzy up if you ever shot it (If you ever shot it)
Clutchin' on this Judge, it shoot shells like a f*ckin' shotty (Like a f*ckin' shotty)
n*gga, why you cappin' when you rappin'? Ain't got no f*ckin' body (Ain't got no f*ckin' body)
The way my youngins love to leave some sh*t, we need a porta-potty (Need a porta-potty)