Blaq Boy Drillin

You see that guy Dem de call Blaqdot Guy omo that song make sense like mad men Ayy! ayy!! ayy!!! It's the dot behind the punchline You know I love drills (love it) they make my cap feel real (let's go) I feel like Batman on a crime fight with a with a batmobile Me on a UK drill is like Blendz on a loop with a smooth PC Bros for life gonna make history Put a yellow tape on the industry yeah!!!! I'm talking bout the family tree (let's go let's go) Got my nine close when you cross my gee (grrr paa) Man catch me a case get my hands dirty Man on G.O.D you gone D.I.E (on God) Upcoming's like Tupac on a durag So you ain't gonna know I got that shine There's no time to explain that line (forget it) Drop drop from the top (from the top) From the top of a block to a opp (to a opp) Send me a gun Then I empty a clip on a opp (opp) There's no where to run So he praying my aim is a flop But I'm always on point (yh) That's why they call me the dot Fucking the opps like its x-rated This ain't no afro the boy braided Niggas been having a rough time synching with me Coz of the fact that upgraded (I'm too good) How time flies without a jet engine That's how I'm gone shine without a power plug-in Only for the fact that we just fucking Bitch don't talk back when I'm talkin Take the throne and take em all (take it) And put shooters on the throne In loyalty we raise em all (they shoot for me) And for those who slept on us We wake those suckers up (it's time to wake up bruv) Eating the edible up late now I feel like incredible hulk (yh) You feel like a terrible flop Gang signs on my beat Kiddie, Kevin, Kcee I gat three K's on the team (my bros) We ain't squashing beef yet we just trying to make a scene Dot behind a punchline still the the boy behind yo bitch Bro you getting switched (Pa pa) I just tucked in my handgun And the AK stashed in the dashboard And the backseat loaded with magnums Coz It ain't time to give mom a grandson Yh... that's a mad one Live a crazy life like a madman Word of the day check the middle of my name You can see there's a punchline (skrrrr) Nine o'clock on a tango Look how I shoot from an angle Hit... Hit all they block like I'm rambo World against me like I'm YB and Quando Tra Tra. tra. trap in a bando Buffed like a macho Frontline commando Lit like a candle I ain't nerfed like Ronaldo Niggas claim I'm fake But I got more reels than they Instagram handle (I get it) You Niggas think its fun and games Till I blow your head like a candle (phhhhhh) "Yeah" It ain't no string that I can't pull (it ain't no fuck?) It ain't no string that I can't pull