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Lyrify.me

What’s Drill ? by SSK (UK) Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[Verse 1: 18Mish]
Me and 'Yay done taped off the HB's
Me and Shody shave opps in Willesden
And up Top's I tape this with shh, shh
I can't let that name slip
Got man down in Bush, but they're wet
So I don't wan' claim it
Bro pull up in 'Zart in functions and tape it
Corn for anyone who want stay with
When I kicked down YC's door it was early
He held it with his mum, shit
Ducked down C6 like ten minutes before
Now he can't go back to his mum's bit
Bro shotting, my mali
Wallahi, astagfirullah
Gyal know we bring smoke to the party
They say don't come, the thots there will shoot up the dance
I see man run and trip, I love when them slip
My threat, you need to sort your other lance
Pappz got shaved before it was lunch
But SK got stabbed in the night-time
Opps friend got dropped and respawned into Runtz
Now he won't be back for a lifetime
Omz turned pack and respawned back to life
Don't know how they chat 'bout the guys, akh
Ah, shit, man I'm sick of these roachers
MishMash never went colly
Coulda caught me a body, but still ain't caught COVID
I heard he fuck with the CSB
'Napped him, like you're coming with me on a roadtrip
Silly Billy didn't come 'round Killy
But he got put in a spliff tryna go Bridge
If it weren't us, it was them, you know this
[Verse 2: 18Clapo]
SSK love shanking, you know this
Damn right, Mish never caught COVID
He caught him a poking and left shh soaking
Jailhouse I was doing up roasting
Save my pedic for a 22 lotion
Magic gets mixed in the pot, no potion
Chop that down, gotta serve these portions
Run off from the plug if he does up extortion
The 15 leave more than a bruise
Shox got the mash, we're doing up cruise
Burn them creps, gotta rid these shoes
Got juice on my blade, but it ain't fruit shoot
If you wear GDotz in the 9, better move
'Cah me and my yings are coming for you
Friend of an opp can hold it too
Get seen with an opp, get done with your bruce
PGK can't corn no truce
Two man got-got in the day, that's deuce
Don't test Broaday, bro got a short fuse
My man just does it for the views
Ain't touched no one, but he talks in tunes
I'm up in OT, that's bare crack fumes
Put pebs in cling and serve these shoots
Put pebs in cling and serve these shoots
[Verse 3: 18Mish]
Or rev these dings, we skrr and shoot
Boys in blue at the bando spot
I hope they never seen a curtain move
I just need this crack to lock
Don't make water too hot, can't burn this food
Young G up in the trap, he'll bank this pack, he's learning too
Doors get boomed down, I'm dispersing, move
Can't ask me who I have I got down
The streets talk, but I won't
Do drill, that's good, but I don't
Can't be a young G 'cah I got down adults
Why do these old folks just chat smoke?
Sitting on their bench, no defense or attack, no
I just roll up my pack in the back
But when we trap yap like we ain't got packs though

[Verse 4: 18Clapo]
We act like we don't do drillings
Especially, to these women
She said she can smell the G on we
I said "Ha-ha, you're fibbing"
MishMash just stepped out the kitchen
Now I'm putting these pebs in clinging
His name in stone, it's written
Pass me the rizz, let me bark my spliff end