D-Rill Lyrics

I'm cool with brothers still, watch your grill when I come up

Quick to grip the steel, better skills when that gun up

Cruise and I grip the wheel, turnin' heels when I run up

Fuck bout how you feel, change the deal and get done up

Boys been hungry, copped the loot, ditched the coupe and got humvees

Hopped the fence when the blue boys haunt me, copped a mill but I still stay empty

Men don't tempt me, on the streets with my roots they test me

No balls and you still stay testy, no mags but my clips stay plenty

Don't know what I'm holdin', boys new, gets respect like an oldie

Been dope since I became an Aussie, hip-hop since I was a Joey

I'm an OG like Toby, edited, made perfect like God used Adobe

I don't get no respect, I made me unholy these rappers I eat up, they speaking Bologna

Better get up your scoreboard, I've been it since before a Skarsgard

When I slay on a beat I go hard, been a God before Thor was in Asgard

No need for a faux pas, a mirage to accent my montage

At the rate of a God I bombard, cross me now and unleash my trap card

I'm cool with brothers still, watch your grill when I come up

Quick to grip the steel, better skills when that gun up

Cruise and I grip the wheel, turnin' heels when I run up

Fuck bout how you feel, change the deal and get done up

On the real I'm a heathen, one bar leave you cross like a deacon

Smart beam and it shines like a beacon, as I slay to my fill with no reason

Blood covered clothes, a hoe comatose, my portfolio break Alex Cross,

To thunderous applause make you overdose, the dope overflows when I rip my flows

But who could've seen that, I've been up to be down for the whole scrap

Tap tap on your door for a dirt nap, scrap that, leave your bitch where the mats at

Click clack, put your body in a knapsack, fat stacks, ya'll be fiending for the fat cats

Oh rats make your school rock I'm Jack Black, catch flack, step back, bring the BRRRATAT