Last Drill Song Lyrics

Fuck niggas, I don't even drill rap no more

Shit getting old, niggas making names off this shit

Ain't did a fuck thang, to nobody

90 right back on that bullshit

Niggas must forgot what the fuck I do up

Six figures switch a full clip, pussy

I'm still in the A-Like trae young eating honey hot lemon pepper

G-17, at a nigga back, hawk him down like clint c-a-pella

My 19 sleep in the bed, you ain't ready for war

Yo shit on the dresser

Got a month of store and a nigga bond

Send bangout home on a stretcher

Brodie tryna get him but he PC'ing

Tryna shit bag, have him pee-peein

When the doors pop, tryna sneak in

Send a fuck nigga where B went

Tryna jump in with the white sharks

Watch a fuck nigga get seasick

Seen a bitch dissing and I commented

Like you really probably should delete this

Everybody hard with a gang with them

Niggas Cold hearted to the flame

Hit him, got up so close

Seen his chain rippin

Now my slide lock, got brains in it

I ain't learn this from the range

Nigga, I been shooting out with the same nigga

It was six of them, only me and Q hit three of him

Cause my aim, different left bloodstains

In his Mustang, I been tryna do it in mud name

I'm not a rapper, I just blew up rapping

I ain't grow up rapping, nigga, fuck fame

How you drill rapping? and you kill rapping

But you never ever did a fuck thing

I'm not a killer, I'm not a driller

I done made hot shit, cut veins

I'm still in the A like, Trae Young

Eating honey hot lemon pepper

G-17 to a nigga back

Hawk him down like clint ca-pella

My 19 sleep in the bed

You ain't ready for war

Your shit on the dresser

Got a month of store and a nigga bond

Send bangout home on a stretcher

I don't need a vouch, fuck a word mouth

Bring the whole south to your mama house

Called 12 on me chased Jeremiah out the damn park

With the cutta out, go ask Trent

Shot through the tints in my styling clothes

It got bloody out

On the damn phone with my baby mama

Nigga tried to rob me, made it sunny hot

This real life, no tubi

This real life, no movie

Free JMB, free my nigga

Teezy shit, get wicked like Juvie

Free muzzlehead, nigga, fuck the feds

That can't take quez, I'ma lose it

If you say it, nigga, better spray it

Nigga don't end up dead, bout your music

I'm still in the A-like, Trae Young

Eating honey hot lemon pepper

G-17 to a nigga back

Hawk him down like clint c-a-pella

My 19 sleep in the bed

He ain't ready for what

Your shit on the dresser

Got a month of store

And a nigga bond

Send bang out home on a stretcher

Brodie Tryna get him, but he PC'in

Tryna shit bag em

Have em ' PP'in

When the doors pop

Tryna sneak in

Send a fuck, nigga, where B went

Tryna jump in with the white sharks

Watch a fuck, nigga, get sea sick

Seen a bitch dissin

And I commented like

You really probably should delete this

Bitch, nigga, free grease

Free baby grease, nigga

Free teezy, bitch

Long live Da big B

Long live JB, nigga

Guapo

Micah

Hah Look at my Louis V

Nigga I got blood on em