Nay Benz - DrillyK Lyrics

      

DrillyK
by Nay Benz

Verse 1: Nay Benz
Let's really talk about the facts
Tired of these pussy niggas tryin' to act
Say Drilly pussy, cappin' in his raps
R.I.P Naz, he woulda got him clapped
Smokin' on Matt, mix it with the Clint
He tried to run so I upped on his friend
He make a noise they gon' know that we bentSpin through the dump tryna catch me a wind
Spin through 841, I'm lookin' for LaLa
Post on the 8 while I'm smokin' on Rah Rah
She wanna fuck on the gang, she a baba
Two shots hit him, that nigga went bye-bye
I'm goin' crazy
We goin' crazy
If he talk crazy he gon' meet the 380
I cannot beef with the O's, they be babies
I got a baddie, she totin' on KD
Post on the S, watch us make a scene
If I catch Cig, put the dot to his bеam
Slidin’ with Day, he gon' aim for his cream
JO be buggin' whеn he off the lean
Yagi be trendy, call him Mr. Ski

Verse 2: Yagi B & Nay Benz
Niggas be cappin', do not believe
Walked in the spot, niggas on cock
Yeah, it's me, Yagi B
He asked me what happened, told him it's static
Smokin' on Styles, he ain't want no action
Fuck all the chattin’
Nigga you broke, your sister died and you still out here lackin'
Like let's get it crackin', who do the packin'?
Like how many niggas got hit up?
Styles dead, Chico dead
Two shots in the night, can't get up
Ayo, Lotti, Notti got me tight
Run into the F's, better ready to fight
AJ did bad, homie missed his flight
When I catch Nesty, on bros, It on sight
We take trips
All of my niggas take risks
G23 got me feelin' like Mike
I like Glocks if you noticed
Spin through that block, 'cause I'm droppin' and rollin'
Right to his top, one shot, yeah, your top get exploded
It's back to the block, new opp, gotta roll it
It's back to the block, new opp, gotta roll it
Rah Rah and Dummy, two niggas folded
That would never be me 'cause they know that I toted
Too many Percs, bitch, it's hard to control it
And it's still free Jalil
When you come home that's on bro I'ma kill
Niggas be chattin', they not in the field
How is you dissin' and you don't got no sale?

Verse 3: Day Ryer
Grrah, grrah, grrah
And they said that they spinnin' the S
But I never seen them niggas step
Double G near the Ken, it's a wreck
Upping my fingers, all them niggas fled
Say Drilly got kicked in the head
Heard Styles got filled up with lead
But they steady talkin' on my dead
JayRipK, should have left him dead
And these niggas be talkin' on bro
When we see them, they don't ever throw
Mo Benji was duckin' that fro
Him and his Pops crashin' on the road
Now you know, we on go
Upped it on Maka, all I heard was blow
Two shots, get low
Duckin' the D's 'cause I got the pole
Shit jammed, like damn
Wasn't for that, send him to his man
Like damn, like, uh
Smokin' on Omie, shoulda had his tan

Outro: Day Ryer
And they said that they spinnin' the S
But I never seen them niggas step
Double G near the Ken, it's a wreck
Upping my fingers, all them niggas fled
Say Drilly got kicked in the head
Heard Styles got filled up with lead
But they steady talkin' on my dead
JayRipK, should have left him dead
And these niggas be talkin' on bro
When we see them, they don't ever throw
Mo Benji was duckin' that fro
Him and his Pops crashin' on the road