Drill Time (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Slim Jesus

[Produced by Cocky Beats] 

[Verse 1] 

I fuck with savages, you a fuckboy, you can't hang 

You can find me posted up on Frank block with my fuckin' gang 

You ain't really 'bout shit, stay out my spot, don't speak my name 

Or I pull up on your block at night, wearing all black and let that 40 bang 

I fucked your girl and I ain't even try to, that little hoe, she a fuckin' thot 

Got her off the Molly, now she rollin', all she good for is giving top 

I got loud pack, I got school buses, hurry up fam, come and shop 

I got a big 40 with a thirty-clip, and I call that bitch my fuckin' mop 

I paid 350 for a Fendi belt, and that double F hold up my strap 

A lot of y'll just Twitter flex but this shit ain't just a fuckin' rap 

I hear one diss and I'm running up in your fuckin' trap 

You thought shit was sweet 'til I ran up with no fuckin' mask 

Always chasing a check, bitch I'm really 'bout mine 

You a broke boy but you rock designer, that shit don't sound right 

Thought you could sneak diss and you won't get found, right? 

'Til you get caught in traffic, at the wrong place, at the wrong time 

[Hook] 

Got a couple shooters and they ride with me 

And they down to shoot when it's drill time 

Pull up and we get to drumming 

Let thirty shots out that Glock nine 

[Slowed down and reversed] 

Got a couple shooters and they ride with me 

And they down to shoot when it's drill time 

Pull up and we get to drumming 

Let thirty shots out that Glock nine 

[Verse 2] 

Now it's back to the trap with a twenty sack 

Rolling up a swisher of that straight gas 

Got a fifty-clip sticking out the MAC 

So that's fifty shots for your goofy ass 

Copped a Ferragamo when I was up at Saks 

But my True Religion's still off my ass 

I got heavy pockets, I got big ass bands 

Run up on me tryna rob, and that thirty blap 

Keep a bank roll on me at all times, rolled up with a rubber band 

Off the lean, that Promethazine got me walking around like a kick stand 

Keep a burner tucked on my right side, my .380 or my FN 

And if I catch you lacking, better pray to God that my shit jam 

But if it don't, I'mma take you out like a fuckin' date 

Put a hole in your fuckin' back if I catch you talkin' to the fuckin' Jakes 

Ain't afraid to catch a body and skip out from state to state 

And if there's a witness, I'mma kill 'em too and I'mma beat the case 

Let's get it 

[Outro] 

Let's get it 

Let's get it 

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