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"Poundz - Boujiee Driillers [GRM DAILY]"

[Intro]

Ghosty
365 baw

[Chorus]

We're Boujiee Drillers
None of them boy are bad like us man done did road with spinners (Whaps)
But we're trying to end up in the can (Uh)
Man chase them figures
Ma' n*ggas in a T-House working, mans in the booth so the whole gangs winners (Gang Gang, Gang Gang, Gang Gang)

We're Boujiee Drillers, (baw)
None of them boy are bad like us man done did road with spinners, (Whaps)
But we're trying to end up in the can (Uh)
Man Chase them figures
Ma' n*ggas in a T-House workin' mans in the booth so the whole gangs winners (Urghh, Urgh)

[Verse 1]

Man ride n' step, (Riders)
And if you wait on job can't be around man coz' the whole of the Gangdem's mence
Two young G's drillin' on bikes no Zone 2 ting' you can all get kwenged
I call broski David Beckham, he dip that shank till the whole ting' bends
My bros mad like max from shotters, you're real lucky if the bells don't pop
You best pray to da' lord like religions, I really stay tru' like the brands in shops
We just do it like night no talkin', leave man grubbed like the cats' in Notts'
It's all mad when I walk in da' party, galdem' wet like my workout top
Ma' dogdem' mad when they see me don't run, me no trust snake like ma' infection
They [?] gazza, fall down water, Real artist gonna sing ma' song
Bag for bros, Tell a man don't like out, Getta' man down if he's right or wrong
We all take charges jus' like German armies, loyal to the matts so the bond is strong
Lil' n*gga slid widda' broom or mop, I tella' man do less drills get gwap'
We all need bread better feed your family, If you go broke, like who av' you got?
They all wanna splash for the likes and views, me I go ard' till I reach that top
Skeng ma' pounds, put heat on the streets, n*gga's know what I'm on, I'm a UK boss (Gang gang, Baw baw)

[Chorus]

We're Boujiee Drillers
None of them boy are bad like us man done did road with spinners (Whaps)
But we're trying to end up in the can (Uh)
Man chase them figures
Ma' n*ggas in a T-House working, mans in the booth so the whole gangs winners (Gang Gang, Gang Gang, Gang Gang)

We're Boujiee Drillers, (baw)
None of them boy are bad like us man done did road with spinners, (Whaps)
But we're trying to end up in the can (Uh)
Man Chase them figures
Ma' n*ggas in a T-House workin' mans in the booth so the whole gangs winners (Urghh, Urgh)



[Verse 2]

I'm tryin' to see them bands, got my racks going up and the girls going nuts, got love for the world wide fans
Jus' killed three shows in a week coz' sittin' in jail waint' part of the plan
My young G's sick like four widda' hammer, like dm' you chicks all let that bang
Lil' bros on bill like Gareth, Coz' the feds wanna lock man quick
If you can't make Ps' on the road, them I'm back to booth tryin' use my gift
We got too much shows like [?], the gyal wanna cheat but I'm way too lit
Money moves only, do it like Cardi, when I'm on Offset man write new hits
They need more skengs than a four door truck
They don't really play for the team like subs
Their boydem fear, when I like in farmer, gunshot boss when I sleep and bluff
Big fat tool in my slim fit jeans, man step round' der' with things on us
They can't compare, they ain't in on my league
Man shut down shows everyting' get locked
Got more bands than my age that's right
Dsquared drip when I flex on hoes, jump out cars with racks in ma' man bag, don't act brave or get too close
Roll to the shows like twenty man deep, what you know about doing up stage with the bros'
Walk in the ends in ma' rastaclat sliders, can't fear about in the UK zone (Gang gang, Baw baw)

[Chorus]

We're Boujiee Drillers
None of them boy are bad like us man done did road with spinners (Whaps)
But we're trying to end up in the can (Uh)
Man chase them figures
Ma' n*ggas in a T-House working, mans in the booth so the whole gangs winners (Gang Gang, Gang Gang, Gang Gang)

We're Boujiee Drillers, (baw)
None of them boy are bad like us man done did road with spinners, (Whaps)
But we're trying to end up in the can (Uh)
Man Chase them figures
Ma' n*ggas in a T-House workin' mans in the booth so the whole gang winners (Urghh, Urgh)

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