Kid Global - Drill

Swear I don't need nun but this Maca
And this Gandha Nigga I'm Gucci
I been spazzing out on these tracks
I'm tryna get my mind back
All that shit talking on wax
You bound to get ya mind wacked
Don't be playing round on my top
Might bust ya ass for trying that
Got them steppers on every corner
Locking in them bases loaded
Know that pot still be hot
I fell in love with baking soda
Pressure building up on myself
Cause I can't make it staying local
Ain't gon beef with none of these niggas
If he ain't worth me standing over
No encroachment got to watch how you approach me
Introvert but every now and then
You catch me being social
Mix that Maca with that Gandha
Mango be my favorite potion
Tunnel vision from experience
Chasing bitches lose your focus
Lately me is what I'm choosing
Don't seek no more approval
You don't like the way I'm moving
Push my shit out nigga shoot me
I just stay true to myself
And all the real ones they salute it
All these niggas rapping movies
Can't associate with goofies
Say I'm coming under pressure
But I can't do no folding now
I turnt up ain't no question
Cause bitch I'm fully loaded now
I switched up on the fragrance
And you can smell the odor now
They burnt out all them Scats
Bitch I'm tryna whip the Yota now
All gas nigga no brakes
Don't even commit if you ain't gon' ride
Either trap it out or you die
I feel like Sno back in '05
I been chopping all these samples
Shop with me and I supply it
Throw them C's up every time
Until it's some you recognize
We the new troops
Ballistic bitch I'm coo coo
Pop hella tags buku
Velvet jacket straight from boohoo
I got a couple lose screws
But don't act like you ain't been knew
They do gimmicks just for Youtube
I been him since gaga goo nigga
Out the mud ain't finna ride no nigga coattails
This Semi get to spitting
It's automatic it won't go well
You say you run the city
But yo name ain't ringing no bells
Accumulating no sales
Can't measure up to no scale
Say I'm coming under pressure
But I can't do no folding now
I turnt up ain't no question
Cause bitch I'm fully loaded now
I switched up on the fragrance
And you can smell the odor now
They burnt out all them Scats
Bitch I'm tryna whip the Yota now
I push my limit every time I grip the wheel
Them vultures lurking everyday
I grip my steel
Don't come around if you ain't ready
Shit get real
Yeah they really in that field
187 yeah that's a kill
All them youngins know is drill
Yeah, aye, aye
Say 187 yeah that's a kill
All them youngins know is drill
And it is what it is
187 yeah that's a kill
All them youngins know is drill

Written by:
Jordan Mason

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