Pablo - Drill Em Lyrics

Yo Bro
You ready to go and press oh
Done have the fires and them here
And the clips and them full
You done know we need this money dawg
So we out here without fear
Let we look to press
Tallo with me
Wah he say go we don't backtrack
Na
I'm in the city
Big black with me
We a mismatch
Yea
You f*cking with me
Blow your kidneys out your ribs like
Yea
Locked up on Fredrick
Yea
You gon respect me now
I'm from the islands where we kill shit like we devil child
Bro in the kitchen, it's illegal if you snitching
The cops corrupt
You try to talk and end up missing
We had no pot to piss in
I was in em buildings drilling
Killing
Drinking lean since like 09
I had to stop
I was looking down like I was 39
Broski gripped up with the nine I had the .38
You tryna diss the Rasta party swear you gone be late
Ain't no debate
You either dead or in jail
But we ain't scared of none
And all our opps are in hell cuz we gon clap for fun
And if TC grab your chain, you gotta buy it back
That's 50 racks when u paid 20 stacks
In da party with 20 nighas
That's 20 macs
And a big ass desert eagle that could blow your back
Don't try to run, we sold u cake mix for a 100 stacks
Now we tryna buy it back
Your life be on the price tag
I got some bullets in this mag look like an ice cap
That F&N will have you freezing with a light tap
Shit
Everything they had on me just really couldn't stick
They caught me with the fire, but no prints up on the stick
They thought they caught me packing
Pulled a pistol with a dick
They know I'm always packing
My bullets they really hit
They put me in the den but imma lion in the pit
And it ain't no conversation
Trinidad know I'm the shit