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(Hey, Drilltime) blatt
Blatt
Yeah
Okay, back up on my demon shit, I need bodies, I be fiendin', bitch (okay)
Rockin' all this ice, I be forgettin' I'm anemic, bitch (okay)
I can't say exactly what I seen, but know I seen the shit (for an eye, whole world)
Go (drilltime, what you cookin' up?)
Ayy, eye for an eye, we leave the whole world blind
And if I have to beef with all y'all, the whole world dyin'
I been down so fucking long, feel like I'm sleeping underground
Who taught y'all how to tape the mag and flip the clip at wartime?
"Oh, they ain't fuckin' with you, Spina"
Yeah, I know it, cool, that's fine
I told y'all Mookie lost his soul before the news said he died
I told y'all Rod-K was dead before his body had got found
"Oh, they ain't hearin' what you said?", I bet them bitches hear me now
It's time to separate the real from the fake
Bro, on the real, these niggas fake
Like, "Spinz, you good?" Nah, I'm great
Still tryna find out why they hate
The only nigga should be mad, that boy I hit up with that Drac' (brra)
That boy got hit all in his face (brra)
It was a fucking closed case
Now I'm gon' switch my flow, won't say no more I swear that's for the jakes
These niggas dyin' for talkin' shit, and now they ain't got shit to say
These niggas wildin', I don't play
I'm gon' shoot some shit by Wraith
Go pick up Ducci, actin' stupid, shoot a movie with this K
If I pop out, I got my gun on me (gun on me)
"Oh, there go Spinz", you think it's sweet, no, it ain't nothin', homie (ain't nothin', homie)
We're drilling shit for fun, homie
I came with nobody but myself and this lil' gun on me (lil' gun on me)
I told Meechie I might need some help, he said, "It's love, shorty" (uh)
It's some poles in this house, it's my bros in this house
And we be spinnin' shit so hard, them traps be closed, in and out
Ever since I lost my dog, I swear this shit been slow as a drought
And then they hit three back-to-back, we take these souls and we out
Okay, back up on my demon shit, I need bodies, I be fiendin', bitch (okay)
Rockin' all this ice, I be forgettin' I'm anemic, bitch (okay)
I can't say exactly what I seen, but know I seen the shit (okay)
Mama say I'm blessed, but the police say I'm a demon jit (okay)
Drop him, then don't say why I did it, he know the reason, bitch (okay)
I won't take no break, I been at it, it's killin' season, bitch (okay)
Chopper sittin' up in the attic next to the Christmas shit (okay)
I want that nigga Charles dead, I put that on my Christmas list (fuck that)
I want them niggas all dead I ain't dissin', I'm just ventin', jit
They be thinkin' I'm a war vet, I'm with Hardhead and we blitzin' shit
Who want a fade? I'm on some clippers shit
You wanna play? Well, shit, I'm still a jit
I ain't go to school and sign up, but now I'm still legit (alright, alright, it's 'bout time you stop, Spin)
Nah, fuck it, I got some more to say (you done did the whole song)
Nah, fuck it, I'm goin' anyway (what more can you say?)
I want these niggas dead on Father's Day
I'll pull up, put the car in park, drop a bitch like I'm Holiday (j. Holiday)
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go
It's some poles in this house, it's my bros in this house
And we be spinnin' shit so hard, them traps be closed, in and out
Ever since I lost my dog, I swear this shit been slow as a drought
And then they hit three back-to-back, we take these souls and we out
Okay, back up on my demon shit, I need bodies, I be fiendin', bitch (okay)
Rockin' all this ice, I be forgettin' I'm anemic, bitch (okay)
I can't say exactly what I seen, but know I seen the shit (okay)
Mama say I'm blessed, but the police say I'm a demon jit