No Libs
DRILLA'
GENRE
[Verse 1]
Lately I been sliding
Big bro say, "You gotta chil on doing these hits"
Like ain't one of the hottest niggas in the city doing this shit
And they know I'm big dog, we ride with fullys in the whip
And we don't care who you with, you can get fully with your bitch
Ayy, young big dog for real
Might fuck this lil' bitch and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it's my turn again
I still don't say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
Tell 'em suck my dick if they hating me
They probably just mad they ain't me
[?] parked, two hundreds, some shots, hot as hell like [?]
Told this lil' bitch she gotta go
She was sucking dick and scraping me
She weak bitch, she lazy, I'm high as hell where space be
[Chorus]
I'm smoking Bob-O, that's the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherfucking door mat
12 like, "Damn, where is the door at?"
It's Wick, bitch, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain't tryna hear shit, slide through, clear shit
It's Wick, bitch, Woo hungry, he tryna blick shit
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y'all niggas talking all that shit but ain't never took no life
Y'all niggas talking all that shit, don't even got no pipe
When you niggas talking shit, we really come through sliding
But y'all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y'all ain't sliding, bitch
[Verse 2]
Young big dog for real
Might fuck this lil' bitch and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it's my turn again
I still don't say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
I done say a lot of shit in these songs, a lot of people hate me for it
Tell they ass they can suck my dick, a lot people pay me for it
It ain't my fault your homie got killed
You ain't sliding, he hating you for it
We in the S, it ain't no chance, they in that basic foreign
[Chorus]
I'm smoking Bob-O, that's the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherfucking door mat
12 like, "Damn, where is the door at?"
It's Wick, bitch, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain't tryna hear shit, slide through, clear shit
It's Wick, bitch, Woo hungry, he tryna blick shit
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y'all niggas talking all that shit but ain't never took no life
Y'all niggas talking all that shit, don't even got no pipe
When you niggas talking shit, we really come through sliding
But y'all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y'all ain't sliding, bitch
Lately I been sliding
Big bro say, "You gotta chil on doing these hits"
Like ain't one of the hottest niggas in the city doing this shit
And they know I'm big dog, we ride with fullys in the whip
And we don't care who you with, you can get fully with your bitch
Ayy, young big dog for real
Might fuck this lil' bitch and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it's my turn again
I still don't say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
Tell 'em suck my dick if they hating me
They probably just mad they ain't me
[?] parked, two hundreds, some shots, hot as hell like [?]
Told this lil' bitch she gotta go
She was sucking dick and scraping me
She weak bitch, she lazy, I'm high as hell where space be
[Chorus]
I'm smoking Bob-O, that's the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherfucking door mat
12 like, "Damn, where is the door at?"
It's Wick, bitch, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain't tryna hear shit, slide through, clear shit
It's Wick, bitch, Woo hungry, he tryna blick shit
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y'all niggas talking all that shit but ain't never took no life
Y'all niggas talking all that shit, don't even got no pipe
When you niggas talking shit, we really come through sliding
But y'all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y'all ain't sliding, bitch
[Verse 2]
Young big dog for real
Might fuck this lil' bitch and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it's my turn again
I still don't say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
I done say a lot of shit in these songs, a lot of people hate me for it
Tell they ass they can suck my dick, a lot people pay me for it
It ain't my fault your homie got killed
You ain't sliding, he hating you for it
We in the S, it ain't no chance, they in that basic foreign
[Chorus]
I'm smoking Bob-O, that's the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherfucking door mat
12 like, "Damn, where is the door at?"
It's Wick, bitch, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain't tryna hear shit, slide through, clear shit
It's Wick, bitch, Woo hungry, he tryna blick shit
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y'all niggas talking all that shit but ain't never took no life
Y'all niggas talking all that shit, don't even got no pipe
When you niggas talking shit, we really come through sliding
But y'all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y'all ain't sliding, bitch
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