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letra de drill music - nsemoejoe

[intro: nsemoejoe]
ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy

[verse 1: nsemoejoe]
you ain’t f-ckin’ with this drill music
one day, i had to shoot a n-gga, we just got into it
i been arguin’ with my b-tch, we just got into it
not even arguin’ with this b-tch, i’m just droppin’ music
switchin’ lanes while i’m in this f-ckin’ mustang
all-white, b-tch, already know you see the f-ckin’ paint
pulled a k up out the back, i’m shootin’ five people
playin’ with the wrong one, b-tch, i’m ’bout to turn evil
up in this mustang makin’ new music
cut a corner hard, shot a n-gga, he was too stupid
sippin’ lean out my cup make me beef ruthless
i’ll pour a line out, make you lean to it
[verse 2: iz bo]
i poured up some cut drank, now i’m leanin’ and pootin’
brodie gon’ tote his own gun, he don’t need me to shoot it
make a ho do whatever i want, she an easy influence
a hundred shots’ll end a n-gga party, you got it legally ruined
tee like to swallow pills whole, ain’t no seein’ him chew it
i’ma tell you to k!ll his ass, so don’t leave me to choose it
if she give that ass to me, i’ma beat and abuse it
jeffrey dahm’, cut a n-gga up, feed his people the ruins
she tryna throw the p-ssy at me, i don’t need it, we boolin’
baby, should i bring this drac’ or this glock? i need you to choose one
he asked to hit the ‘wood, no, you not, go get you a hookah
she still got dirt in certain spots, go get you a loofah
this n-gga can’t sleep, he heard it’s beef, he up like a rooster
i’m tryna buy my son some nike techs, i need me a booster
the streets ain’t for everybody, n-gga, try bein’ a hooper
i been had the swag and the sauce when they was callin’ me duper

[verse 3: baglife tee]
got into it with my b-tch today, now she callin’ the troopers
walk around with the biggest drac’, i’m shootin’ the shooters
double cup with drank while i’m eatin’ some hooters
my n-gga like shootin’ behind the scenes, he catchin’ the bloopers
you know i’m off a couple senzu beans by the way that i’m movin’
you can’t make a band in a day, man, you n-ggas be stupid
f-ck love, i’ll k!ll cupid
i run out of bullets with the k, then the glock i’m shootin’
n-gga, you want some wock’? let me call susan
this chop got a bad kick on it, i nicknamed it bruce lee
f-ck a slapwood, bring me a loose-leaf
mushrooms in a backwood got me feelin’ moody
before i went to beat the— haha, alright
before i went to beat your b-tch down, we went to see a movie
n-gga, i ain’t runnin’ out of clips, i could shoot a movie
i pop a blue pill and pour a six ’cause it always soothe me
baglife, n-gga
[verse 4: nsemoejoe]
and i feel like tommy off of martin, but i carry tommy
don’t run into me tryna do some shootin’, we gon’ catch a body
i got bad b-tches out here tryna catch a—
i’ll walk a n-gga down monday to friday
i be zoomin’ in the hood like i’m on the highway
smokin’ weed got me coughin’, i be in the high stage
i’ll call drizzy so we can make a nice play
bendin’ blocks like a spinner while i’m in this mustang
he ain’t say my car was done, but i got my mustang
jumpin’ over counters shootin’ like my name max payne
i got b-tches rollin’ blunts, comin’ up with ashtrays
when they hear nse, i bet they make they ass shake
so much money on the table, you would think we cashgang, n-gga
b-tch

- nsemoejoe

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