Drill Time

(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 war time? "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 hе died I told y'all Rod-K was dead beforе 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' That boy got hit all in his face 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 "Oh, there go Spinz", you think it's sweet No, it ain't nothin', homie We drilling shit for fun, homie I came with nobody but myself and this lil' gun on me I told Meechie I might need some help, he said, "It's love, shorty" 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 they 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 know 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 they 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