Not a drill (Remix) Lyrics

Ganger

Heard talkin Dey talkin crazy tell dem we ain chillin bro like on my baby

Neva lazy I get up and get tell dem fuck you pay me

Trapping crazy I cannot get to you ima send my lady

Wa bro cracking off a marijuana yo 4 inna baby

Bro send me dis beat like smash this shit show dem Nigga you dat

If Berkeley Neva took Brodie choppa he woulda had a hat

You can't come to me like you be stepping gotta show me dat

Bro I gotta play but ion know em wea my woeday at

If I go alone I gotta serve dat nigga wit my strap

Turn around i high and leave my pipe ain Neva leavin that

Ganger

I listen to veeze

Need a M in my sack

I say M like Michigan

But I alla way in da raq

Clarify it

They like you got paper and you can't deny it

Put on so much drip i gotta leak dat drink got me da highest

I say get a room right by my spot bitch I stay by da Hyatt

She gone ask my sister that's yo brotha now I know she biting

Buy you dis I know you like it

Out day way I know you trifling

Gerald's pack I shoot da Midas

Brodie don't get too excited

Brodie trynna stick this Nigga up this Nigga be wylin

Only way I trynna go is up dat paper I pile it

Brodie from da raq like boy you tweakin

I don't really fuck wit cookie da exotic shit i need it

And if I do not shop at saks ima fuck round go to Neiman

And I put on so much whites you woulda thought I cocaine feining

Casa Blanca I don't even know bout this I put it on

Yo baby mama that's that same lil hoe bro had up in his phone

Ima assume you wanna fuck if you pull up no panties on

If you gone mug then you gone duck cause lil

Got that canon on him

She say she don't play no games but I fuck round and ran it on her

And my first time trying weed and I fuck round just panic on it

I swea I stand on loyalty

Some a yall ain't standing on it

Bro go get that micro drac and go put a bandana on it

Brodie trust me wit my pistol in my hand cause I'm gone shoot it

Ain me or you it's dem or dem MPPD don't know who do it

And ine trynna work no job so I'm out here distributing

And I'm bussin down these bows ain trynna go I'm getting into it

Yuh yuh

I be wit that bitch at night yuh

Daytime she don't see me

I don't got no paper for ya I got bubble gum and penis

She can't even come to me like pay my bills bitch you tweaking

She don't wanna give that pussy up but want Andrew and Franklin

Uh uh uh uh Ganger

I fuck wit veeze

Yuh yuh Ganger