Drill

Yeah!
New episode
I came to distill your hatred
It's another hour, it's another half a dozen drinks
I prefer my beat, it's an invitation to the strength I had
It's a stronger rhyme that persists
I don't bow my head, don't forget
I don't want to be angry, don't annoy me
Don't squeeze my mind so I don't drive your head crazy

It's in this city, huh
That I build my hype, huh
Keep talking, Yeah
I'm walking Yeah
Not into this reggae
Like relax and No Stress

Moolah, MoolaH, in my pocket now
Move, move, guns on the ground and get out
Hit the road, get out, now, leave
Respect me or get out
Gucci gang gang is for those who like it
Fuck you YouTube, Facebook, zap, redtube
It's all the same, fuck you all and everything

Don't say anything, wasted hype, doesn't add anything, boring scene
Poverty of soul, those who only criticize and don't help at all
Respect the hustle, I do something, self-esteem or imitate me
Learn, watch me
Believe, insist

In Drill and Trap verses I make my rap lyrics
Mind trick on those who say they know me
Don't speak, if you don't encourage, don't hinder me
Get out, let me think
You don't understand
It's not about money or hype
I don't smoke now, not later
There are people who smoke smoke smoke smoke for both of us

She doesn't want, doesn't accept it, hit the road
If you don't like it, only those who want to stay
I want more than kisses and hugs, sex doesn't feed what I do
Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm focused on reaching the next level

Today I want to shoot everything that stresses me out
Serial killer tests you
Evil, I won't fall for that anymore
Today I'm like bang bang bang bang bang, killing the evil that already ceases here

Don't use me as an excuse
Now leave me, don't use me
I thank God for those who only talk about me and still judge me
While I fight, I look in the mirror
I still feel good, it's really my right
They do nothing, bring nothing, nothing good in this passage
And they think they're perfect
I'm not in the mood to talk about money