FLM - Drills (feat. Drilon) Lyrics

Loads of drills
Ye we done loads of drills
The way i saw Broski handle it
Broski's got loads of skills
Opp mans blood just spill and spill
Do it and dash just for the thrill
Get a man down hoping i kill
Pierce mans lungs you know i will
Loads of drills
Ye we done loads of drills
The way i saw Broski handle it
Broski's got loads of skills
Opp mans blood just spill and spill
Do it and dash just for the thrill
Get a man down hoping i kill
Pierce mans lungs you know i will

You know i will
I'm well known for those drills
Coming at me
What you do that for
You know his blood gon spill
Spin that dinger and dash of quick
How many man been f*cking hit
Take out my sword or ramz from hip
See dem man der panic and trip
How many of us have been done
I can put it on my life its none
Go round there on the opp block
I guarantee you wont find none
Me and my team we blasting drums
Pull up to your block like wag wan
How can you talk you f*cking bum
Better say goodbye to your mum

Cant spend a day in my shoes
These aint no nikes they're loubs
I spill they're blood like juice
Them cats just want their food
Whys the sweet one moving boujee two moody
Come sip this juice
This gyal come quick from quay
Shes moving way to loose

Scott to SAV i'm a savage
Man back out the mash and slap it
On the opp block with my largest jacket
Trynna put suttin in a packet
See me squeeze i know they panic
Opps disappear like magic
The sweet ones getting them slamming's
But i don't know nothing but stabbings

Loads of drills
Ye we done loads of drills
The way i saw Broski handle it
Broski's got loads of skills
Opp mans blood just spill and spill
Do it and dash just for the thrill
Get a man down hoping i kill
Pierce mans lungs you know i will

Back it out with the Rambo, no tango, yeah they all calling me gango
This bitch wanna visit me at bando, but I told her don't wear no sandals
This don wanna hit O.T.. and I'm yelling why always me?
When I spun it out with the 223's
I got your girl with the jeet and skeet
My man's calling me D1
Shootings and chingings, yeah we doin for fun
Run run.. what u didn't talk? Swear down on ur mum
All we want is a lump sum.. are u dumb?
Back out on gang and I got u feeling numb
My broski love them chingings.. he don't wanna learn how to use that gun
Bad b knows how it is, man just wants head
I'm on the ride out.. you know that it's 12 peds
Tell ur boy to keep it on the ten ten's
And When we ride out, my opps caught lacking at the dead end

Don't waste your time, whip out the stick and just blem
I don't give a f*ck if it's your friend
We stay whipping foreign, Mercedes Benz
These dickhead yutes bare saucy, no bro ski.. I think it's a trend
My ting a sweet one, back it up, you a bad b in my ends