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Drill Ain't Dead
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Drill Ain't Dead foi lançado em 6 de setembro de 2024 por Island Records como parte do álbum More Than A Shooter
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Data de lançamento6 de setembro de 2024
EditoraIsland Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM77

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SleazyWorld Go
SleazyWorld Go
Performer
Maurice Thomas Meeks
Maurice Thomas Meeks
Bass
Fedner Richard
Fedner Richard
Percussion
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice Thomas Meeks
Maurice Thomas Meeks
Songwriter
Fedner Richard
Fedner Richard
Songwriter
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Songwriter
Joseph Isaac
Joseph Isaac
Songwriter
Troy Harrison
Troy Harrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
fooliomadeit
fooliomadeit
Producer
prodtrxy
prodtrxy
Producer
Joe Grasso
Joe Grasso
Mastering Engineer

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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