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letra de drill & repent - young dizz

[chorus]
do a drill and repent
4 man 3 shanks on the opp block
24inch will leave him drenched
like how many times have i cheffed him
how’s he alive it dont make sense
it’s kidnap squad at your door
it’s a kidnap get on the floor
i’ll back out the ting get boared
[x2]

[verse 1]
i swear i know my mans face or does he just look like a opp?
had to stop my man quick like yo my g what’s your name where you from
backed out my fl!cky on a opp i won’t gas up my ting cah he backed his too
but i was with twin and he’s got his so you know we ducked that yute
i swear i can’t relate to these opps
wait 2 hours ’round them sides there just to catch man l!ckin’ their shots
man can’t draw me out
that’s a risk that’s not worth taking
went to the opp block copped me a drink cah you know i got tired of waiting
i talk about bandz cah that’s what i make
i talk about riding late night sliding i think i see a opp bro wait
young dizz i’m a prince in the 6 can’t go against me ain’t got what it takes
jump out on a paigons strip, even though bro told me that it’s bait
man i duck man down on the m-way coming like a mission in gta 5
bro made you drink that acid that day how the f-ck can you still be alive?
don’t recognise that yute but my bredrin said he’s involved
man i done an am went out of the ends then i burned down my clothes
that grow was surrounded by ch-nks as if i was living in china
i took a 3 bag loss that week
i took it on the chin that’s minor
worker got food on food moving like he works in a diner
man i stabbed that yute to the core, i didn’t k!ll him but i tried to
man i heard that his car broke down
i went ’round there with a star 9 tryna take his soul
upside down
i aimed the ting at his head
i’m surprised that the yute ain’t dead
the gun even jammed when i shot
so i aimed at his mum instead (you know)
last year i was in ot trappin’ juggin’ making flips
this year i was with peter, sc-mz, frogz, trapz
l!ckin’ bout a hundred bricks
nuttin ain’t changed i still cut through the 6
still 5 figures on my wrist
how them man tryna diss
real rackz when i step
10gs in my gucci bang and some gucci prints on my creps
my mans girls all scared
she had to bring ps for the ransom
she said she don’t know where he keeps it
try explain that to the mandem
look i ain’t got time for the tantrum
put 6 bells in a star 9
now i might invest in a 4s
catch them lackin’ boppin in ends like the twins never took their fords (wheres your whip x2)
first things first in a kidnap take all the phones and cut off the chords
i’m i’m i’m drillin’
what you really think i’m out here for?

- young dizz

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