Drill Em lyrics

[Hook: Homey High Deff]
Chi-Town home of the rough n*ggas
Keep something for you f*ck n*ggas
False flagging or caught lacking will get your ass clapped up wit em
Got something for you tough n*ggas
HD set it up with them
High Deff he a D-boy we some savages that'll buss with him

[Verse 1: Homey High Deff]
I'm riding round with the MAC on me
Real sh*t move back phony
Goofy mark don't f*ck around
Have the bullets spraying like Axe on him
Set him off all blacked down
Don't come back till he clapped down
Drive back by the crime scene
n*ggas laughing blowing pack out
I was 5TH Grade pulling MACs out
Make a n*gga pull that scratch out
Snatch him up
Make a call
Have his b*tch lead us to the stack house
Man n*ggas got age f*cked up
Blowing kush I'm so stuck
Hit a n*gga for a brick
In the SK now finna post-up
I'm AG repping wild wild
Backwoods help me calm down
Won't even roll reggie up if these sh*ts smoking so loud
I'm the illest spitting in Chicago
Nonstop we the mob ho
f*ck up put a brick on ya have your ass missing by tomorrow
Foul B's every other n*gga opp
City to city give me every block
Young boys in training next generation foul never stop
Trynna poke me and get burnt up
For this money I earned bruh
Lay a motherf*cker down
Put him on the ground
Now he can't turn up
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[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
I'm sick and tired of these f*ck n*ggas
So I went and bought a 30 40 and a 50
Broski told me better keep it on ya when you by your lonely
I'm the hottest in the city
I'm like f*ck it tell them come and get me
You know I'm on the A-block
Broski pull up with the chopper and the enemy red beam catching face shots
Uhhhh
Broke as f*ck I rememeber I was
Now all these hunnits on me fifties on me spend them on drugs
Damn you fake I see you a snake
So I don't show no n*ggas love
And you know I'm coming with 150 n*ggas if you ever bring me in your club
We popping bottles and throwing stacks and better not no n*gga mug
We step outside and you might get hit up by like 4 different guns
And I told yall n*ggas can't control my n*ggas
Already rolled them and they ain't made for nothing
Me and HD smoking on OG pouring on that codeine f*ck

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[Verse 3: Homey High Deff]
On a G keep a sack on me
By the end keep a gat on me
Foul b*tch n*gga nonstop sh*t everyday till they wack homie
f*ck n*ggas don't think about em
Scratch em out and won't think about em
Zip of thrax
Lot of wood
Me and folks then go and drink up out em
I don't give a f*ck about a n*gga gang
Me and my n*ggas different things
Once n*ggas start focusing on money start seeing better change
Yall lame suckas better grow up
Non stop got it sold up
Yeah some n*ggas gon hate but it's cause all they b*tches know us
I be smoking out and getting poured up
p*ss poor now I'm that n*gga
Best friend was a cap peeler
She's real motherf*ck rap n*gga
Trynna poke me and get burnt up
For this money I earned bruh
Lay a motherf*cker down
Put him on the ground
Now he can't turn up
[Hook]