Not a Drill Lyrics

I can't do no child support, ain't fuckin' any hoes, cause I'm too cheap

I was slidin shit for fun, they thought I worked at roller rink

I crashed the party

I'm tryna slide a Rari, fuck a Jeep

I got hoes from out the city, know they pull up SRT

Luh G pulled off in a stolo, yeah, my youngins crashed the V

She said, pull up to the party, I told that ho, just take a seat

I can't fuck you while you lit, cause you gon' try to lie on me

Tryna say I touch you, bitch, you know you wanna fuck on me

Ayy, Cartier, you can't try this on unless you pay me back

Gotta watch thats worth more than at home, so I don't play like that

I got bros that slide because the judge won't give they freedom back

I got bros who got sent down the road, can't say they comin' back

Oxycontin to the bone, fent pills, I'ma throw em' back

I feel like I'm gettin' old, cause the feds been sendin' money packs

Y'all be gettin' Bread took, cause these scammers suck at writing checks

I'ma send a wire to your phone, but you gotta send it back on God

I got brand new FN in this bag, it ain't designer

But I got that Christian blood all on this bag

Crash the party, it's a V, so know, we pulled off fast

Ho inside the back, she pushin' weight, so know, she havin' ass

Wait, ho shit, I gotta have a mil, because I gotta treat her right

Ho was poppin' x-pills, that's why her shit wasn't tight

I hit a quickie, time to go, no, you can't spend the night

I hit a quickie off the henny, she tried to grab a knife on God

Yuh, fuckin that ho good, she wanna come back to my city, ya

Drum on side my stick remind me of my ex-bitch Titty, ya

I been out the mix, I made it ho, see, she from Libya

She be ridin' dick, she told me, tell the bitch to giddy up

Ya, Red Rum, I get him done

Told them boys go catch a murder, but they got caught with a gun

They say JP spinning shit, I told them boys I already spun

Taught my youngins how to crash, they soakin' shit up like a sponge

Yuh, you say you wanna crash, uh,

You say you wanna max out, uh

You say you gon' do it, but that nigga fuckin' tapped out

Tellin' people who did shit what I did, that nigga capped out

He say he be servin', ain't but rats inside his trap house

I'm so fuckin' lit, I walk outside with my racks out

If he try to play me, I take his life just like a max out

You what got you hit, you kept on talkin' with that big mouth

You better not play that shit, I make shit dark, 300 blackout

I shoot shit in the air, say stand up tall before you dead now

Swear this money got me lit, I'll take your bitch out on a dinner date

She might hold you down, but she gon' make sure that my dick get ate

I'ma fuck her good and make sure that I send her home by eight

These hoes ain't shit, that's why I ran it up, I had to make a play

My sister need some shoe for school, you know I had to make a way

I'm not used to robbin' niggas, know that this acquired trait

Can't sleep, I almost killed my dog, so know I take that lean to face