Free DrillWopo ft. Drill wopo Lyrics

I know a hood full of some niggas who cappin' These niggas ain't clappin' on me

I'm only rappin' Seein' this money in action

Turn on the beat now he Dance like Jackson

I'm in the trap and I'm takin' these drugs This should be the only way that it relaxes

Should be the only way that we can chill This is the story on how it got real

I'm always spinnin' If I wasn't spinnin

Then tell me why they always callin' me drill Y'all got a gun, I'm takin' a freeze

But you and the pistol ain't takin' no skill We in a Johnny we droppin the window

We ain't a giant and we droppin' We ain't a giant and we droppin

I'm always spinnin' If I wasn't spinnin

They said I be cappin' And I was in the hood

I'm told they be dissin' and killin' nobody And collectin' no bs

They steady be cappin' Bro in the field and he blastin

He get the itching he blitz like madden This the story I got in the field

They took K-Dog, I picked up my picked up my steal, bro in the field he tryn' be a Heisman

I'm tryn' walk down, I ain't for the drivin' They wanted beef, they started dividin

Backed doored my bro, he ain't slide or provide Post in the 4, make it 4th of July

Last nigga shot at me, then he had died Last nigga shot at me, then he had died

We got my side, that nigga gon' slide All of my niggas, we postin' that block

And I got that 40 and stay on my side I got that 40 and stay on my hip

We pumpin' that cut and that nigga be trippin' I seen a nigga got hit in his lip

I seen a nigga get turned to a zit I seen a nigga get turned to a zit

Got hit in his back, he fell down, he trippin' How you get shot in your leg, ain't shoot

back Nigga, you know you a bitch

Matter of fact, I heard he dropped that blip The cops were comin' to that shit

Cuffin' to Betsy, cuffin' to Betsy He postin' that block, and I postin' that

block, and I postin' that block, and I postin' that block

Pumpin' that cut, he feelin' $hit Pimpin' that cut, he feelin' shit

Cuffin' to Betsy, cuffin' to Betsy He postin' that block, and I postin' the

switch Postin' the fully, I spendin' eight block

And you know I'm a bully I'm off Oak Cooley

I'm in the chest, we trappin' on Philly Play this shit right, we gon' get the milli

Bro makin' bands, he trappin' on Bullies Come down your block, won't take off my hoodie

They call me A-Buggy, slime' lil' nigga, makin' money in the

deuce Holding on shots, we puttin' the youth

I'm lettin' out bullets, we lightin' em loose

I'm lettin' out bullets, we lightin' em loose I'm lettin' out bullets, we lightin' em loose