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grrt bye - drilldoc lyrics

[intro:]

(grrt, grrt) bibo gang lil’ n*gga! (gang gang gang)
send shots at your brain, you get drained lil’ n*gga! (bibo f*ckin gang)
(grrt grrt grrt) (bibo bibo bibo bibo)

[verse 1: drilldoc]
walk out my momma house, b*tch i gotta 30 clip (boom boom boom!)
all these p*ssies yappin sh*t they got the loose lips (loose lips)
then they shut the f*ck up when that glizzy hit (boom boom)
glizzy hit, yeah we made that p*ssy lit (p*ssy lit)
all my older bros got hit with that rico (with that rico)
f*ckin’ twins, it’s the sh*t like a sequel (like a sequel)
got these b*tches goin’ ot with my reload (with my reload)
both these brown b*tches screamin’ out bibo! (bibo!)
punchin’ his lungs with the ruger (ruger!)
leave your homie stretched like a ruler (ruler!)
i’m the drilldoc, i’m a shoota! (shoota!)
i don’t wait for action, b*tch i shoot first! (shoot first)
go taliban i tie him up and make his f*ckin’ brains burst (bah bah!)
my b*tch don’t hesitate she put it in her purse (in her purse)
swear to god i left that p*ssy in a f*ckin’ he*rs*. (in a he*rs*!)
lolo whippin’ with the [?]

[verse 2: lolo lanski]
i’m tryna put a dirty opp on a clean shirt (clean shirt!)
i be with nina i’m fiendin’ then make that thing twerk! (thing twerk)
shorty said just come and see me, saw the fiends first (fiends first)
we sellin [?] lil n*gga, i ain’t talkin’ merch (ain’t talkin’ merch)
i ain’t tryna talk no poems, i’ma pop him first (grrt!)
i’ma pop a lil’ n*gga just like he pop a perc!
[?]glizzy, got them blue [?] call em’ papa smurf! (grrt)
we in the ‘couv and we shootin em, if you cross the turf
put that f*ck n*gga in the dirt! (in the dirt!)
callin’ broski on the phone, i know he got the work! (got the work!)
callin’ your b*tch on the phone i know she got the perc
know she tryna f*ck the gang, i know she tryna work (know she tryna work!)
(gang!) gang, i know she tryna work (tryna work!)
glizzy on my hip, you know i’m tryna burst (tryna burst!)
your b*tch suckin’ on my d*ck i know she got the thirst (got the thirst!)
i’ma hit her once, i’ma hit her first (hit her first)
i’ma pass her to the bro just like a verse! (like a verse)
then he hit the morgue, then he hit the he*rs*(hit the he*rs*)
then he hit the graveyard, hit the dirt (he hit the dirt)
then i hit the foreign whip and hit the skrrt!
then i hit his b*tch, d*ck all in her skirt (in the skirt)
in the whip, got the bl!ck all in the purse (in the purse)

[verse 3: drilldoc]

every phone 3k, ask my homie!
i got all these b*tches doin’ blow, they so nosy!
if you run up on me you get hit with that glizzy (boom boom!)
i be with the bros, we be passin out the blizzy!
[verse 4: lolo lanski]

ayeee, bibo gang get busy (busy!)
spin his block 20 times, i’ma get dizzy (dizzy)
know these n*ggas ain’t outside, probably smokin’ dizzy (dizzy!
just like your og (og!)
swear to god these goofies be the police, and i’m totin’ on the pole i got it on me! (on me!)
tryna catch a homi! (homi!)
catch a opp n*gga, catch a body! (catch a body, body, body body)
[outro: lolo lanski]
(grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt) (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
(gang, gang gang gang)

- drilldoc lyrics

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