A drillers xmas pt2 Lyrics

Do not compare, no we not the same, YD full of hatred and pain

I see a opp, bet you Ima flame, put the boy in the dirt in the grave

call up my shooters, make a boy decay, hollows hit his brain, hollows hit his chest

Make a nigga ache, like Grah, Grah, Grah

Yo smoke just throw, YD we demons we walk with the poles

Bullets hit his dome, push up on me better toat on the chrome

Shordy calling my phone, I'm flocking at domes, she better hold on

She know I'm a demon, Grah, she know what I'm on

Yd on a mission, bitch Ima flock, at any position, Bullets hit his pivot

Yd with the gun, a lil magician, killing folks my ambition

Teach him a lesson, give that nigga stitches, like Grah, give that nigga stitches

(That nigga dead, he tried to run, got filled up with lead)

Paramedics be pumping his chest, that nigga dead, he can't comprehend

I'm a demon, I do not pretend, On bro, I did what I said

Catch me a opp, bullets fuck up his chest, Grah, Grah

In the streets I'm a vet, better pay your respect

They know my body, they know what I rep, YD my set

Talk on YD, that's a ticket to death, Grah, Grah

Talk on YD, that's a ticket to death, Grah, Grah, Grah

Bitch I'm tired of dissing, niggas talking but not with the drilling

Better up it, and kick it, my niggas goats you know that they blitzing

Shot his legs off, now he a midget, I got knocks you know that I'm fitted

Grah, Grah, I got knocks you know that I'm

Don't do not compare, no we not the same

YD full of hatred and pain, I see a opp, bet you Ima flame

Put the boy in the dirt in the grave, call up my shooters, make a boy decay

Hollows hit his chest, hollows hit his brain, make a nigga ache

Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah, boom

Every opp shot, like what

Like Grah, YD gang nigga

Like what? Grah, Grah, Grah, bitch