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Drill Ain't Dead

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Drill Ain't Dead fue lanzado el 6 de septiembre de 2024 por Island Records como parte del álbum More Than A Shooter

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumMore Than A Shooter

Fecha de lanzamiento6 de septiembre de 2024

Sello discográficoIsland Records

IdiomaEnglish

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM77

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

SleazyWorld Go

Intérprete

Maurice Thomas Meeks

Maurice Thomas Meeks

Bajo

Fedner Richard

Percusión

Jonathan Smith

Batería

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Maurice Thomas Meeks

Maurice Thomas Meeks

Autoría

Fedner Richard

Autoría

Jonathan Smith

Autoría

Joseph Isaac

Autoría

Troy Harrison

Autoría

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

fooliomadeit

Producción

prodtrxy

Producción

Joe Grasso

Masterización

Letra

[Intro]

Aye, Troy, you know we got us one, right?

I'm in this bitch with no jewelry on (Aye, aye, aye, aye)

Takin' this bitch, I'm takin' this shit back to the streets, **** (Aye, aye, aye, aye)

Aye, who made that shit, ****?

The trenches, ****

Foolio

They said drill is dead (Yeah, turn me up, ****)

Uh-huh, yap, yap, yeah

I want a **** to catch a body to this

****, drill ain't dead, ****

You **** ain't say no shit

[Verse 1]

Huh, get up on 'em close, we just up the score (Get on 'em, yeah)

The way we park shit on this block, they don't bend it no more

Opps name Bennett 'cause they act like they ain't in it no more (Bitch-ass ****)

Pull the switch up on the Glock, the opps seem like they in slow-mo

Catch a body for me, **** (For real)

Paid for a hit from just my promo

All these glizzies come with dicks and fuck shit, ****, no homo (No homo)

If it ain't no smoke, you better make sure that I know (Better make sure I know, ****)

[Verse 2]

Put this switch to a **** ass, give him a spankin', thought he was tough (Get on 'em)

Shots hit his head for doin' too much thinkin', called his bluff (Dumbass)

Thought I wouldn't pull up until shots started ringin' (Come on, come on)

The opps got too much time up on their hands 'cause ain't no paper in it (Ain't no paper)

Better use your head before you lose it, ****, think with it (Oh, bitch-ass)

I get killers killed, that gun you got, you still ain't safe with it (For real, ****)

What you think I got this money for? ****, I ain't finna play with it (I ain't finna play)

[Verse 3]

.223s and 5.56 shoot through houses and through bricks (Yeah)

ARPs black out in Drakes, don't shit shoot faster than a switch

I love my Glock just like my bitch

I make this bitch blow you a kiss

I make this bitch give you a hug

Shots wrapped around this shit, uh (Get on 'em, get on 'em)

[Verse 4]

They say drill dead? Nah, you **** ain't on shit (You **** ain't on shit)

All the opps turned into pussy

And pussy made to get licked

Nah, pussy made to get fucked

We been fuckin' 'em boys up (Fuckin' they ass up)

The game just fuckin' started, they already tryna give up (They already tryna give up)

[Outro]

Them **** already tryna fuckin' give up, ****

We been fuckin' they ass up, ****, yeah

We been makin' them boys tap the fuck out, ****

Drill ain't fuckin' dead, ****

**** need to stop sayin' that shit 'round this bitch, ****

Them **** is pussy, ****

I gotta bring this shit back to the streets, ****

Uh, uh, come on

Written by: Fedner Richard, Jonathan Smith, Joseph Isaac, Maurice Thomas Meeks, Troy Harrison

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