Drillings on Drillings

[Hook: Loose1]

Drillings on drillings

Everybody add that K

So how come no one ain't killing?

Everybody talk on the gang

Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings

Everyone beef my gang

So how the fuck we still winning?

How the fuck we still winning?

[Verse 1: Loose1]

10 side, that's us

Got things on things in the ride

See an opp, reverse on them and they dust

Big shank, grip that, no gloves

Jump out, civilians causin' up fuss

Man do my thing, don't talk like him

Make doctors stitch up them cuts

The opps just talk like sluts

Like too many times have I been round there

Big bro, they're moving all nuts

Or do my ting with the young G's

Man know R9 for stuff

Big back but the face ain't buff

All in all; she a five, like eurgh

Like eurgh, that's hashtag rough

Points on points, there's 'nuff

No one-on-one, fuck a scuff

Big ramz go tear through your skin

Couldn't give a fuck if you're tough

Straight violent and cocky

Don't slip when I got that stick

They thought it was fake, try take off his wig

Man screaming "Oh shit!"

Don't really do 10 toes, I'm unfit

But I'll still 10 bop on your strip

125 or dingered up whip

Jump out dip-dip-di-di-di-dip

Someone tell CS stop talkin' that shit

Both know that you ran like a bitch

And J1's a little snitch

Gwopz got bored and he dodged that dip

ST got whacked on an SB strip

[Hook: Loose1]

Drillings on drillings

Everybody add that K

So how come no one ain't killing?

Everybody talk on the gang

Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings

Everyone beef my gang

So how the fuck we still winning?

How the fuck we still winning?

[Verse 2: Digga D]

Drill on me, I'm like 'drill on who?'

I'm a trap nigga but a driller too

Worker came to the trap and dashed

Do him a pack of pebs, that's a Q on Q

I just came back from country

And my armpits smellin' all funky

I was up all night servin'

And bussin' jokes with the junkies

Money affi make, so I make that happen

I whip in the kitchen, then put it in pebs

This Samsung's ringing it's pattern

A lot of man chat 'bout banging on Dappz

But all now, nuttin' ain't happened

Like 10 man caught man lacking

If the tables turned then it would've been cracking

I've been on your block and banged off the dotts

Go on then, tell me I'm lying

Dumb niggas playing with their lives

This beef's all games 'til niggas start dying

I'll do man up and then hit the trap

Back to the whipping and dicing

Back to the Samsung ringing

Back to the pedal bike grinding

I took the largest L, just paid six racks

And the pack was cray

I was going kway on the train

You was in bed with bae

Do not get it twisted I love pooch

But money affi make

I always put money over bitches

Money affi make as soon as I wake

[Hook: Loose1]

Drillings on drillings

Everybody add that K

So how come no one ain't killing?

Everybody talk on the gang

Hella niggas just stuck in their feelings

Everyone beef my gang

So how the fuck we still winning?

How the fuck we still winning?