No Drill ft. Big Razo Lyrics

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Ok

Hm

Rizzy

Aye

Lets go

Let em try to take me out the game imma let it blow

Niggas trynna claim all my fame they cant be me though

I just been too humble think they blinded by my humbleness

I just kept it solid even when these niggas fumble it

Fold em up roll em up skirted off and throwed em up

What happen to all them bags that you had bitch I sold em up

I dont really fuck wit all that rappin bout that killin shit

They aint sayin much they just make it rhyme a lil bit

Doing all that drilling nigga tell me what it benefit

You bust a lot of guns but you ain't turning roun no profit

Keep the money coming I could do it in my sleep bitch

Real hustler spirit I can turn you up just peep this

Make sure the shit good whatever you got cop up

Sell all that shit & you bet not spend one buck

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Next thing you know you be sitting on a mit

Now you can move how you wanna move hoodrich

I aint trynna preach too much Im telling niggas what it is

Real is the reality I live this shit its too real

Got it out the mud baby playin in the field

Went from pitchin lil dubs to paying all the bills

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Ima give it to you raw

Ima tell it like it is

I cant tell you shit i saw

And won't tell you shit I did

See we was running from the Law

Where I'm from we call them pigs

We get em in & get em off

Double up & make a flip

Now Turn that double into trips

Road running taking trips

Sacrifices taking risk

Girl clothes take a sniff

Stayed down hopped in my bag

Now we Finna get rich

Now we finna go Cray

Now we finna go Schiz

I come from a side of town

Where young niggas riding around

With glocks with extendos clips

Equipped lot rounds

Looking for trouble saw a opp & then shot em down

We from the Jungle where lions snakes & the tigers found

I use to Hustle prescription drugz & lots of pounds

One false moves and lose

Get push right out of bounds

One foot in one foot out

Ima sending em outta town

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Gotta make my rounds

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