Da-da, da-da, da-da
Can I please drill somethin
Can I please drill somethin
Can I drill somethin
Yeah
You know what the f*ck goin' on in this nigga
Gang gang, since potty trained
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
GOB don't forget that, baby
Can I drill somethin
Please
Can I drill somethin
Please
Can I drill somethin
Pop out, kill somethin
Pop
Can I drill somethin
Can I drill somethin
Left my chopper on the bed, brought my lil' gun
Pop
Can I drill
Can I drill
Can I drill somethin
Pop out
Bitch, it's 42
Yeah, my partner's poppin' blues
You want some heat, street kicks, elite you better cop some shoes
Bitch, if you spill my pop
I'ma make the news
I just put a four
In a Mountain Dew
I am not an addict
But I love the Za
I let these bullets shoot visuals like the camera guy
I am heavyweight
You're not my size
You'll get your ass beat up
Tryin' to clown the guys
On the block with the shortys
You'll get hit with the 40
Vo get sturdy
We ain't showin' no mercy
Like Notty, I come with the beam
I'm always gon' eat with my team
R.B.M. gon' come with the beam
Shoot him, dead In the spleen
W.W.M, f*ckboys can't hang with us
42 Double O
Big Brad
Northeast side
Grand Rapids, Michigan
You heard me
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Pop out, kill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Left my chopper on the bed
Brought my lil' gun
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Pop out
Yeah, it's that R.B.M
Bitch
Left my G-Lock on the dresser
Brought the ARP
This extortion
Drill some if you don't pay our fee
I need cash
I'm a artist with this AR
I make ART
If it ain't GOB or R.B.M
That ain't our team
Let's get rich
F*ck the beat, but we still stand our T's
T-K-Y-T, turn to red
That's when we spray our heat
Keep on stickin' like we campin
We came in eight RVs
I been rollin' off them Roxys
I'm off eight RPs
Yeah, yeah
I'm tryna drill some
Hit yo' baby mama from behind
I'm tryna drill some
I been through so much
And see so much that I don't feel none
My lil' bro tried to backdome
I had to kill some
Yeah, I'm
Bitch, I got them real hunnids
They still talkin, they still frontin
And I'm still stuntin
They still walkin, they still broke
And I'm still runnin
Hop out the whips and walk em' down
That whip still runnin
Bitch
GOB Choppa - Drill Sumthing (feat. RBM Dillinger) Lyrics
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English
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Can I please drill somethin
Can I please drill somethin
Can I drill somethin
Yeah
You know what the f*ck goin' on in this nigga
Gang gang, since potty trained
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
GOB don't forget that, baby
Can I drill somethin
Please
Can I drill somethin
Please
Can I drill somethin
Pop out, kill somethin
Pop
Can I drill somethin
Can I drill somethin
Left my chopper on the bed, brought my lil' gun
Pop
Can I drill
Can I drill
Can I drill somethin
Pop out
Bitch, it's 42
Yeah, my partner's poppin' blues
You want some heat, street kicks, elite you better cop some shoes
Bitch, if you spill my pop
I'ma make the news
I just put a four
In a Mountain Dew
I am not an addict
But I love the Za
I let these bullets shoot visuals like the camera guy
I am heavyweight
You're not my size
You'll get your ass beat up
Tryin' to clown the guys
On the block with the shortys
You'll get hit with the 40
Vo get sturdy
We ain't showin' no mercy
Like Notty, I come with the beam
I'm always gon' eat with my team
R.B.M. gon' come with the beam
Shoot him, dead In the spleen
W.W.M, f*ckboys can't hang with us
42 Double O
Big Brad
Northeast side
Grand Rapids, Michigan
You heard me
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Pop out, kill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Left my chopper on the bed
Brought my lil' gun
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Pop out
Yeah, it's that R.B.M
Bitch
Left my G-Lock on the dresser
Brought the ARP
This extortion
Drill some if you don't pay our fee
I need cash
I'm a artist with this AR
I make ART
If it ain't GOB or R.B.M
That ain't our team
Let's get rich
F*ck the beat, but we still stand our T's
T-K-Y-T, turn to red
That's when we spray our heat
Keep on stickin' like we campin
We came in eight RVs
I been rollin' off them Roxys
I'm off eight RPs
Yeah, yeah
I'm tryna drill some
Hit yo' baby mama from behind
I'm tryna drill some
I been through so much
And see so much that I don't feel none
My lil' bro tried to backdome
I had to kill some
Yeah, I'm
Bitch, I got them real hunnids
They still talkin, they still frontin
And I'm still stuntin
They still walkin, they still broke
And I'm still runnin
Hop out the whips and walk em' down
That whip still runnin
Bitch
Can I please drill somethin
Can I please drill somethin
Can I drill somethin
Yeah
You know what the f*ck goin' on in this nigga
Gang gang, since potty trained
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
GOB don't forget that, baby
Can I drill somethin
Please
Can I drill somethin
Please
Can I drill somethin
Pop out, kill somethin
Pop
Can I drill somethin
Can I drill somethin
Left my chopper on the bed, brought my lil' gun
Pop
Can I drill
Can I drill
Can I drill somethin
Pop out
Bitch, it's 42
Yeah, my partner's poppin' blues
You want some heat, street kicks, elite you better cop some shoes
Bitch, if you spill my pop
I'ma make the news
I just put a four
In a Mountain Dew
I am not an addict
But I love the Za
I let these bullets shoot visuals like the camera guy
I am heavyweight
You're not my size
You'll get your ass beat up
Tryin' to clown the guys
On the block with the shortys
You'll get hit with the 40
Vo get sturdy
We ain't showin' no mercy
Like Notty, I come with the beam
I'm always gon' eat with my team
R.B.M. gon' come with the beam
Shoot him, dead In the spleen
W.W.M, f*ckboys can't hang with us
42 Double O
Big Brad
Northeast side
Grand Rapids, Michigan
You heard me
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Pop out, kill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Left my chopper on the bed
Brought my lil' gun
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Can I drill some
Pop out
Yeah, it's that R.B.M
Bitch
Left my G-Lock on the dresser
Brought the ARP
This extortion
Drill some if you don't pay our fee
I need cash
I'm a artist with this AR
I make ART
If it ain't GOB or R.B.M
That ain't our team
Let's get rich
F*ck the beat, but we still stand our T's
T-K-Y-T, turn to red
That's when we spray our heat
Keep on stickin' like we campin
We came in eight RVs
I been rollin' off them Roxys
I'm off eight RPs
Yeah, yeah
I'm tryna drill some
Hit yo' baby mama from behind
I'm tryna drill some
I been through so much
And see so much that I don't feel none
My lil' bro tried to backdome
I had to kill some
Yeah, I'm
Bitch, I got them real hunnids
They still talkin, they still frontin
And I'm still stuntin
They still walkin, they still broke
And I'm still runnin
Hop out the whips and walk em' down
That whip still runnin
Bitch
Writer: Takeem Moore
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