Drill Or Be Drilled - Sav'O, Horrid1, Rack5

Listen

We the fuckin' guys, CGM

Gang shit, Horrid

Clap, bow

Listen, yo

Now I’m off tag and I’m back in Bush

Who knows where the crime rate’s heading

Can’t slide on the P, that’s dumb

All you’ll see is guns and unlimited cheffings (Ching, ching)

Step in the ride with intention to take man’s life

Please let me just mention

How I whacked up Mitch in the jail

I was tryna' cheff pigs, no way, I ain’t fencing

Slap two batteries in that pole

Aim straight at skulls, that’s a day they’re dreading (Pussies)

I hate when I chef man once, I done that once, normally it’s seven (Trust)

More time it’s me on the ped, just rev it

See me revving, you know where I’m heading

Kweff him, get him, told bro cheff him (Cheff him)

No way can they ride on Eleven

Turn mans corpse, turn up to his funeral, then piss in the box

No way I’m talking the ones in the cubicle (No way)

When the vehicle flipped that was beautiful

Bleach that skank, keep that it’s usable

I ain’t talking 'bout flippin' a coin

Tryna hit mans head when I’m on his tail (Tail)

If I got round there, it’s murder

Why you think I was on the wing like Bale?

(In Felts)

This shotty come oh so long, and it came with unlimited bells

Slapped that mash that day, that’s at least five man sitting in hell

My opps are dead and my friends in jail (Free them)

We’re winning the beef, the opps dem lie for the fans and girls

They jump on tracks, but ain’t banged on road

I jump on rap and I splashed up loads (Splash splash)

Bro, on my life I’m real to the bone

Plus he got splashed as a welcome home (Splash)

They’re pissed when they see what’s under my coat

Gliding, nothing but ching or smoke (Bubu)

And I been hearing corn in the ends

It was M-way trips or train to O

And I got bad B’s from O in Grove

The opps don’t learn so we teach them lessons (Lessons lessons)

Slip, get peppered, do it with Hunch or Racks, he’s reckless

G check yutes on their block, «what you repping?»

Man talk last, but first man set it

Bro got his face and the pagan ate it

Come to the P and see how we’re stepping (Gang)

I’ll show man violence, your girls taken, but man still piped it (Badders

badders)

We’re winning the beef, go on then, tell me I’m lying (Pussy)

The opps in ends slap corn where the sky is it’s frying, slip on your block

you’re dying

Splashed then I dashed, I was smiling

Opps see me and they panicked, they’re frightened (batty)

Don’t S, I want me a K, if I see you, tryna catch me a M

If you see me in the club with two shanks up

I was probably looking for dem (I was)

I done rid my time in jail, the opps still ain’t touch none of my friends (Nope)

Still kick mans face to the curb, do it on road like I done it in pen (Mhmm)

And AP’s way too itchy, ZK established, violent men (Free 'em)

10 toes in the, but if not it could be old friends (Mhmm)

I ain’t got an umbrella like RiRi, I’m getting trap giddy in the rain

Anytime one of them get shaved

It’s always M’Skum that’s getting the blame (Mhmm)

She’s liking my style like Harry

She already done mans Bruce like Wayne

I could never give no bitch no chase

I break down packs and I do mad bait (Bait)

I did on my ones in Forces, like Jordans let man take flight (Flight)

That’s knife concealed on bikes

All blacked out in some old school Nike

Don’t rate what the internet hype

They do it for the clout, them man they’re nerdy (Pussy)

Me and Sav gang gang from early

Getting rid of all this food no servery

DoubleTap that’s bro from nursery

Bro bro handled the shotgun proper (Proper)

Put things in stuff for a oppa, nothing but SYM for a copper

You can have 100 corn in that chamber

Waps ain’t shit if you got no heart

Grab on the whoosh and a whistle

Now it got bite, but it ain’t got bark (Bow)

I don’t think twice 'bout dirt I do

I chinged my friend, but that’s in the past (Qway back)

I see more skinners than Bart, rah hop out and dip up your heart

Put full faith in a whip, man double up cash when I scrap me a jug (Whip whip)

Nothing less than 5 to the chest

If they find this mash I grip in my palm (Bow)

Had me on the wing like Lennon

They step with weapons and got disarmed (Some dickheads)

This straight truth I’m telling, them man get pressured

Go ask the guards (Ask them)

Two wheels touring the opp block, coming like Tour de France

I hit the roads in the November and I got like 6 by March

With intent when I swing it, true say drilling ain’t hard (No)

Nuff jail time, man rid it, bad yute on a violent path (Trust me)

I got me a brown skin midget, dick it, grip my dick with acrylics

I just kick back and bill it, chilling, the verbal ting I ain’t with it (That's

long)

They’re winning the beef?

You’re tripping (No)

I’m 18 plus still drilling (Trust)

Sav’O my bro, my famo, gimmie the word man go, man drill it (Man kill him)

If it’s war then it’s war

The Lord knows if I had fast feet

Then I woulda scored about 10 points in Zart

Wanna get my crack yellow like Bart

I just lost two guns from my whip

Told Lisa and John they ain’t getting no spark (No)

Put the rock in the blade in the trap

When I shoulda been at home just chilling with my marj (Chilling)

Look, CGMK what where?

(What where)

It woulda been 3, 4 holes in that guy if that prick weren’t wearing Moncler

(Pussy)

I just done two summers in jail

Woulda been fourth that judge were fair (That bitch)

Slap that corn in the crud, don’t give no fucks

We ain’t crashing at air, splash on sight, I don’t stand and stare

First night in jail was doing up stress

Cell workout, I was doing up reps

Push my blade in his chest

Rip that out tryna see what’s left, mess

Blud how they think they’re bad?

Oi big man ting, don’t get man vexed (No)

Last time J Sav had to hop out

He hopped back in with blood on his creps (Blood)

Had my whole car full up with weapons

Trust me bro, I don’t know about tension (No way)

Who’s that?

What’s that?

Stop this car

Lemme jump out quick and check him (Who's that)

Was pissed when I got myself bagged

Had five-o asking man 21 questions

And a lot of man claim they got heart

On the ride along they’re funny like Kevin (Bitches)