King Tone - My drilly its lit Lyrics

Yeah
My drilly its lit
I was whisking up in that kitchen, look at this whip
Dreaming to win, god damn, just look what I did
Combo, king drop, hit after hit after hit,
I got grown juice, bitches, Sherbet up in my spliff,
Liquorice dun know god damn, look at this wrist,
Took shots at my spirit, it's mad now the haters pissed,
Pop bottles in the club, cause you know I gotta make em sick
Yeah man smashed that shit,
See me on stage, man crashed that shit
Four wheels up like I crashed that whip
Straight facts, nah I ain't gotta gas that shit
Made a getaway clean, man, waxed that strip
One man short, so I backtracked it
Ride for my fam, that's a fact, that's it Just ride for my fam, that's a fact that's it,
Just look at the fit
Chun-Li couldn't f*ck with my kicks
Got the belt, it's matching the wrist
And the hat, yeah, it's matching the whip
I got it cracking and patterned drip
Man went ghost, I'll be back in a bit
Man done the most, man put in the shift
Man battered the game, no stopping the hits
Yeah
My drilly its lit
I was whisking up in that kitchen, look at this whip
Dreaming to win, god damn, just look what I did,
Combo king, drop hit after hit after hit
I got grown juice bitches, sherbet up in my spliff
Liquorice dun know, god damn, look at his wrist
Took shots and my spirit is mad, now the haters pissed
Pop bottles in the club, cause you know I gotta make em sick
Too much gas so litty it's sick,
Lock off di whole of da ting like covid did,
Yeah, took a loss then I made it a win then and I gave em hits
Now everybody mosh drilly wait for the drop,
My drilly is lit
All started with a wish, now it really exists
You wanna know what life is about tell em really it's this,
Yeah i had it in the palm of my hand then I balled up my fist,
How you mean I ain't smacking up the scene, tell em boy get a grip
See that bag, yeah, grip that quick
I'm E-Honda, I bust that brick
Man's Ryu the way I make that flip
M-Bison on my bossman shit,
Move like Balrog, yeah box man quick
Set my plans then I box that quick,
Man drop hits and I win that's it,
Man just drop hits and I win, that's it
Yeah, my drilly is lit
I was whisking up in that kitchen, look at this whip
Dreaming to win, god damn, just look what I did
Combo king drop hit after hit after hit
I got grown juice bitches sherbet up in my spliff
Liquorice dun know, god damn look at his wrist,
Took shots at my spirit, it's mad now the haters pissed,
Pop bottles in the club cause you know I gotta make em sick