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step in blood - kiddo da drilla lyrics

[intro]
let’s get it
let’s get it
let’s get it skrrt skrrt
ay, ay, wop
shout out my homie [?]
shout out drilla, we gettin’ that [?] forever ever
this sh*t forever
gettin’ that remy

[hook]
i steppin’ on this blood with all my steppers, ay ay
all my opps keep talking like they drillers, ay ay
we gon’ pop out with them bl!ckies out, we gon’ take ’em out
how you let them k!ll your brother but you still ain’t [?] about it
we got fn, we got draco
when we slide b*tch we doin’ hits
if they come outside they all dying
who want smoke with us? we gon’ light ’em up, ay ay
that boy pulled up, we gon’ shoot him up on foe nem grave!

he was talking like he [?] so we put two up in his face
and i like that they just talk like [?] i dare they mention fatz, i dare they mention remy
if they mention melly they gon’ die
b*tch i’m bl!cked up, they know i’m sticked up
it ain’t’ no catchin’ me, i bet they work for this
i was locked up in them [?] leaving me
i was locked up in them [?] ain’t no n*gga play with me
rip my brodie remy, when i catch him i’ma do that hit for free
all these fast cars, when we pull up, it ain’t no [?]
223, b*tch we got those, they know we shoot those
ain’t no back and forth with none of my opps, they know how this go
762s all in his face if he talking tough
ask his mama how she really felt when we caught her son
fox news say he was a [?] when that p*ssy died
[?] none these n*ggas ’cause they all 12
pull up with that 50 like i’m drilla if they tweak with us
he was talking like [?] two up in his face
he was talking like [?] four up in his face
all these n*ggas b*tches, talkin’ like they wid it, but they ain’t
if the police pull me over, i don’t got nothing to say
[hook]
i steppin’ on this blood with all my steppers, ay ay
all my opps keep talking like they drillers, ay ay
we gon’ pop out with them bl!ckies out, we gon’ take ’em out
how you let them k!ll your brother but you still ain’t [?] about it
we got fn, we got draco
when we slide b*tch we doin’ hits
if they come outside they all dying
who want smoke with us? we gon’ light ’em up, ay ay
that boy pulled up, we gon’ shoot him up on foe nem grave!

[outro]
b*tch
gettin’ that melly way man
on bro
[?] gang

- kiddo da drilla lyrics

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