🎵 Drill Shit // by Yavi DG

5 ContributorsDrill Shit Lyrics [Intro: Yavi DG] Grahh, grahh Like, grahh (Grahh, grahh) Grahh, grahh, grahh (All about money) Like, big dead game, nigga, they know my bop Like, R.I.P AJ, R.I.P Ray-Ray, R.I.P Dotty [Chorus: Yavi DG] It's a whole lot of niggas that's rappin' that drill shit How many niggas that's rappin' got packs? I ain't talkin' hot, but I'm talkin' some real shit Any time that I spun, nigga, I caught a tag Bullets missed him by an inch, they grazed him Can't miss a shot, so I'm gon' double back When I'm with the Trini, I'm movin' like Jason Try to run up, you gon' die to a stab [Verse 1: Yavi DG] I lower the window, I hang out and click Seen a spark from the pipe, so he can't see the mask I'm the Jet from the 8, and we lurk on the Bridge No, he can't see my face, 'cause I had on a mask Fuck an opp thot, all on her finsta Opps on my dick, now my bitch really mad Bend through your block, lookin' for opportunities I sit outside, so I don't stand a chance The D's on my dick, got thе drugs and the jewelry Got 'еm thinkin' that's me, let me switch up my stance He said I'm a righty, I shot with the left When I went on the hit, had to switch up my hands Now they like, "Damn, that's the wrong man" Bitch, I'm the reaper, you not who I am Give me a reason, I throw what I can If we can't catch him, throw on his mans Glock with a switch, make a fuck nigga dance Grahh, grahh, grahh [Chorus: Yavi DG] It's a whole lot of niggas that's rappin' that drill shit How many niggas that's rappin' got packs? I ain't talkin' hot, but I'm talkin' some real shit Any time that I spun, nigga, I caught a tag Bullets missed him by an inch, they grazed him (All about money) Can't miss a shot, so I'm gon' double back When I'm with the Trini, I'm movin' like Jason Try to run up, you gon' die to a stab [Verse 2: Yavi DG & Jay5ive] .38 special, ain't leavin' no traces Bullets gon' stay in the pole when I clap Oh, he try to run, but I follow him places He ain't even know I was there movin' tact When I come to that block, I'ma back out and flame 'em He try to run, he get left where he at When I bend through the 'View, I'ma ask if he blazin' (Grahh) He say he smokin' on Dot (Grahh, grahh), he get wacked [Verse 3: Jay5ive] Wo-Word to my deads, I was totin' on Jenna But I'm tryna spin through his block with my gat And that nigga jackin' he smokin' my bro When I get to flickin', I hope he throw back Bullets gon' hit 'em, make him collapse And brodie done tagged him for jackin' he Makk Put the beam on his head, make him think that he Hindu If Yavi start tellin' me, "Get on his ass" If he smokin' on Nay, he ain't gettin' a pass Nigga missed at his Jet, must've ran out of gas See me in court, tryna give me a dap Nigga must've forgot I was totin' my scap Oh, he try to run up, I make him fall back Don't need a gun in the court, catch a blast And bro said that it be a lot of that drill shit How many niggas that's dissin' got packs? Like, they wanna diss 'til the Sweepers come bend through Word to my deads, come get took off the map And I threw the pole to the back of his mental I bet he dig for a hole in his cap The stoley we spinnin' in, shit not a rental And if you don't know, nigga, you better ask This gun that I'm totin' gon' rip through his dental And he couldn't see, 'cause shit was all black Got tints in the V, when we spin, presidential Kind of feel like the president, bitch, I'm too tact