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just the drill - yung rich cuban lyrics

#intro
yeah
ha

#chorus
i be on some drill sh*t
i be on that ill sh*t
i be on some real sh*t
(ouuu!)
run up with that drill bit
hit em’ with that steal tip
k!ll em’ with that real drip
(ouuu!)
#verse
i been ridin with my k!llers
run it up
what’s dinner?
filet mignon and triggas
(ouuu!)
yung rich cuban in the stu
chillen with my boi
just juice
yeah you better know the crew
and it’s true
i been strugglin on the block
like all my youth
all the real ones dead and jailed
can’t get a bond to pay the bail
rest in peace to dr. e
thats realest on the team
take a number
live the dream
this the land of crooks and fiends
make a move
i’ll set you free
no one told you
sh*t ain’t free
want a hand
snakes eat the weak
you alive
enjoy the week
pray to the lord
your soul to keep
ain’t no angels in these streets
you’ll survive or see defeat
that’s the world
we gotta eat
grab the fire
i’ll put you out
f*ck yo gram
and f*ck yo clout
if you was here
you’d shut yo mouth
yeah i’m the dirt
i am the south
call me the drip
you cotton mouth
come pick a side
we’ll walk it out
come get a piece
i’ll lead the way
my heart is cold
like love in vein
come ride the train
come get the pain
(ouuu!)
#chorus
i be on some drill sh*t
i be on that ill sh*t
i be on some real sh*t
(ouuu!)
run up with that drill bit
hit em’ with that steal tip
k!ll em’ with that real drip
(ouuu!)

#bridge
gotta know we do it all for the squad
if it pop off
know i get involved for the squad
all love
never got a prob with the squad
no flaws
everybody play they roll for the squad
ouuu
once you get f*cking with juice
yung rich cuban
in the phantom coupe
back in black
the windows tinted too
they bullet proof
so there ain’t no way
to see him through
much love to the homies
who got love for me
much love to the phonies
who want the worst
(f*ck em’)
put em’ in the dirt
ain’t no company
mama bussin’ it
show me what the f*ck she worth
let it drop the sky
like no way
shots finna fly
that’s all day
i been boss since no pay
in the hallways
now we all paid
peep my game
ouuu
ain’t no atari
we speaking flame
step to my crew
they goin’ feel the pain
if i step to they dame
let the s*m*n rain
facts
no cap
they wack
no cap
get no daps
cause they ain’t my team
hand up
palm up
nothing free
you get none from cuban
you get none from me
i’m on some real sh*t
i know they feel this
i saw them stalking my page
tryna steal this
i made a million last month
on that real tip
spittin’ that platinum
they spittin’ that steel sh*t
i’m on some real sh*t
i know they feel this
i saw them stocking my page
tryna steal this
i made a million last month
on that real tip
spittin’ that platinum
they spittin’ that steel sh*t
juice
(k!lled it)
#chorus
i be on some drill sh*t
i be on that ill sh*t
i be on some real sh*t
(ouuu!)
run up with that drill bit
hit em’ with that steal tip
k!ll em’ with that real drip
(ouuu!)

- yung rich cuban lyrics

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