Drill on Feet Songtext
von Anti da Menace

Yeah this how you drill on feet
If you get some blood up on your hands just wash your sh*t with bleach
Slide twin, bring thats fully stick and that FN
You know how we ride twin
It time to take a soul you gotta put aside your pride twin
Oh they got me super lit, Im talking bout i′m real turnt
Heard that boy didnt die but he survived I bet he still learnt
Took that lil boy right to class
Somebody tell homie to get out my face because I don't like his a


P*ussy boy tennis chain be busting on my neck
Thats why she looking boy?
If you keep bragging about that ho* go get her tooken boy
Yeah that b*tch gonna be mines, said she wanna keep lying
Devil in my head, he keep tellin me to keep slidin
Demon boy, I might have your auntie come t*p me off
Get off my d*ck yall p*ssy a little n
Ain′t going to knock me off
Spin it then
My little killer throwed off he keep on tryna kill your friend
Your baby mamma a throat goat she eat it like a four for four
These n be real cap
I ain't gonna speak on what's his name but
Boy you still getting slapped
Oh lets ride gang all I need is adderall I be on demon time gang
I don′t want to see him walk no more, we gotta hit his spine gang
I feel like Obama got a hundred in a fucking hummer
Just like Donald Trump, I get you slumped hit with a f*cken pump
My shit was just flat as hell, my pockets got the f*cken mumps
Your baby mamma bad as hell, I love it when she f*cken drunk
Yeah throw that ass back
Little boy say you want smoke with us,
That little boy better pass that
We put his sh*t in trash bags, leavin n on hashtags
Im talking about colossal boy, you know that your b*tch a fan
She love that larry lobster boy
Let me calm my ass down
These n be broke as hell
You know I got cash now
I used to walk down the street, I′m doing a whole dash now
On adderall Im stupid geeked, im praying I dont crash now
Plus im in that geek sh*t,
Demon boy I might have your auntie come t*p me off
Get off my d*ck yall p*ssy a little n
Ain't going to knock me off
Spin it then
My little killer throwed off he keep on tryna kill your friend
Your baby mamma a throat goat she eat it like a four for four
These n be real cap
I ain′t gonna speak on what's his name but
Boy you still getting slapped
Oh lets ride gang all I need is adderall I be on demon time gang
I don′t want to see him walk no more, we gotta hit his spine gang

Real sh*t n no not to play with me,
On god imma hit that kill switch
This glock five three stay with me you know that's my favorite b*tch
Nine five two the label you know we bigger than the navy b*tch
Oh, thats your ho* gotta eat the dick then go
You ain′t know she a groupie, she keep talking about he ain't broke
Yes he is, man that n house the slums
It dont cost more then my crib
Ill spray this f*cken drum, I don't need no f*cken pill b*tch