[Intro]

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[Verse]

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

I'm a trap nigga but a driller too

Work a game to the trap and dash

Then I pack a pebs, that's a Q on Queue

I just came back from country

And my armpits smelling all funky

I was up all night serving

I'm bussing jokes with the junkies

Money never met, so I made that happen

I whip it in the kitchen

Then put it in pebs

The Samsung's ringing, that's pattern

A lot of man chat bout bangin' on Dappz

But all now, nothin' ain't happened

Like 10 man caught man lackin'

The tables turnt, then it would have been crackin'

I been on your block and bound with the dots

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 whippin' and dicing

Back to the Samsung ringing

Back to the peddle back grindin'

Turn a [?] whip to a ding dong

And a penthouse to a trap

Put cocaine in the Pyrex

In a few minutes, it's crack

I got trident on my back

They want me locked in the can

The observation is mad

I know they're watching my gang