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letra de drill - g herbo

[intro: g herbo]
uh (pew)
swerve (grrt)
big swerve make the murder rate go up (phew), me and dem
ayy (lay in the back with a mask), get ready
ayy (lay in the bushes, the grass)
grrah (wait ’til he walk up and spaz)
grrah (lil’ bro gon’ hawk ’em, he fast, nah)

[chorus: g herbo]
‘member what happened to the last one
hopped out and smashed ’em, lil’ brodie blast ’em
oppers see me on the plasma
i know they mad, we used to harass ’em
took a rap check, bought high seats
only for action, don’t care if we crash ’em
gotta learn how to war, sh-t not sweet
met lil’ cuz ‘cross town for a swap meet
never seen a n-gga get hit? just watch me
nights i couldn’t sleep, takin’ perky and roxy
we only sparin’ him, we see a car seat
he in the area and said he gon’ pop me
chiraq, boy, we invented drills
way before rap, been on plenty drills
you don’t wanna feel how them b-tches feel
mad max, playin’ call of duty, had fifty k!lls
[verse 1: g herbo]
b-tch n-ggas, tighten up your cl!cks when you in the field
we’re tellin’ you too that they props ’cause their b-tches, real
where i come from, praise n-ggas with wicked steals
for a nickel lay his ass down like a benadryl
you could never war with the gang ’cause you sensitive
stand on smoke ’til it’s none, take initiative
overnight, we was tryna lamp where they b-tches live
if we get caught, everybody gettin’ fifty years
ain’t no more feelings, already shed plenty tears
did my first hit out the whip, hurt a n-gga ears (fah)
free my n-gga gil, big dawg got twenty years
that’s the reason lil’ folks in these b-tch’s ears

[pre-chorus: g herbo]
ayy (lay in the back with a mask), get ready
ayy (lay in the bushes, the grass)
grrah (wait ’til he walk up and spaz)
grrah (lil’ bro gon’ hawk ’em, he fast)

[chorus: g herbo & rowdy rebel]
‘member what happened to the last one
hopped out and smashed ’em, lil’ brodie blast ’em
oppers see me on the plasma
i know they mad, we used to harass ’em (huh? baow, baow, baow)
[verse 2: rowdy rebel]
we ain’t gon’ talk, we gon’ blast ’em (we gon’ what?)
i catch ’em and up it in traffic (skrrt)
got a cool on that glock ’cause it’s plastic (baow)
gotta watch for the cops, it get drastic (skrrt)
i been in that field when sh-t got real
i seen my n-gga get blasted (i seen my n-gga get hit)
i coulda hit my bro in the head
i was shootin’ and aimin’ it backwards (f-ck)
i went to bat with the batters (with the batters)
i went to trap with the trappers (with the trappers)
i been that n-gga since i was a shorty
and none of them n-ggas was factors (they all whoopties)
i known them n-ggas since they was a shorty
and all of them n-ggas is actors (they all whoopties)
i did this sh-t with no practice (who?)
rich and famous but i’m active (woo, who?)

[pre-chorus: g herbo]
lay in the back with a mask
lay in the bushes, the grass (grrah)
wait ’til he walk up and spaz (grrah)
lil’ bro gon’ hawk ’em, he fast, nah (grrah)

- g herbo

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