King of Drill

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]

Everyone's talking kings of drill

M3nace

But to be the king, you gotta walk like one

808donkey

Talk like one

And most importantly, you gotta protect that line you step one R14

As well as that throne that you sit on

Now you tell me, who's the king?

It's the king of drill, CB

[Verse: CB]

I can't sleep on a violation

That's why I wanna go all these cases

Me and Blackz, that's two waps blazing

I've left hella blood on the southside pavements

My aim's on point, I can get 'em from far

Rather do it close and personal

I was doing drills while I was on curfew

Gun residue came like my pеrfume

I talk 'bout smoke 'cah I live this lifе

I swear, I'll get down for mine

Bro got touched and we got 'round there, on-sight

3 days man spent in the ride

I'll do it for my CGE's

That's Mobz, TT and S13

Northside Newham do drills, we do it for the block

Them man do it for IG

Yeah, I got beef with nerds

Them man take L's and they start twisting words

Fuck with me, I'll get siblings burst

I beef 4 blocks and they've all been hurt

I lost count of the guys I've touched

I've touched more guys, you givin' out spuds

Do that drill for the gang, that's love

Can't lie, man, I'll still do that drill for fun

Splash man bait, then pray I get away

If not, then I'm fillin' up candy sheets

Ask about, man, pepper this beef

We was the one who turnt up east

Now I'm in the wing and sliders with my lifers

They don't wanna let us free

It's calm, just came through on the V

That's loud, burning couple sheets

Still eat good, that's kippers, mackerel

Told bro, "Come, let's cook up a feast"

Pattern different, yeah, we still livin'

Can't complain, I ain't six feet deep

But I got opps that are six feet under the ground

I'm still here, billin' up loud

Know some real-life shooters

Say the wrong word, I'll send my shooters 'round

You don't wanna see what they got in their pouch

Nah it' s too big, can't fit in no pouch

Last guy shot, had him screaming, "Ouch"

Chestshot gang, tryna take them out

If you ain't down to kill, then you ain't got beef

What's the reason, please?

Don't get caught up in this life, you can't sign out

Nah, I won't let you leave

Yeah, I got opps for days and weeks

And most been touched 'cah I see in me

And if they ain't been touched already

Then that's pendin', wait and see

I swear, I really live this life

I still got blood on my Rambo knife

When their G's see me, they salute

'Cah they know about the work I've mashed in my time

They send me a C and a 'low together

'Cah they know it'll on together

Spill that blood, that's waps or wetters

I love my bro, he's down forever

King of drill, I don't know about rapping

They can vouch for me on the streets

All I know is war, I don't know about peace

So I'll live my life when the opps decease

Try-tryna put these neeks in dirt

[Chorus: CB]

Them man rap, we squeeze 'em first

That boy got splashed too deep

Can't lie, that one must've really hurt

When we pull up, big men disperse

Get caught, then you get turnt herb

Sometimes, the opps do drills

But when we do it, we leave them worse

Try-tryna put these neeks in dirt

Them man rap, we squeeze 'em first

That boy got splashed too deep

Can't lie, that one must've really hurt

When we pull up, big men disperse

Get caught, then you get turnt herb

Sometimes, the opps do drills

But when we do it, we leave them worse

[Outro]

M3nace

808donkey

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