Yeah, everybody wanna be
(Taurus)
Everybody wanna be Ghost, truth be told, you can't survive in the jungle (Truth, truth be told)
Huh, everybody wanna be shooters, get in that room, shit, it was telling your honor (Rat ass)
Niggas'll fold when pressure apply (They fold)
White flag, got 'em switchin' sides (Flags)
The ho you thought was down to ride, she switched up on you when you caught that time (BabyDrill)
Huh, blow your top off, leave you stinkin' like a Black & Mild (Buh, buh, buh, madman)
Step on shit and watch 'em scatter like an ant pile
Huh, get to quakin' at the opps 'til it's a man down
Kick your door bare-face and lay your bitch ass down (Get the fuck down, huh)
They said, "Drill, how the hell you sleep with a bounty on your head?"
I say, "Them niggas bitches, they'll never collect it, they too scared" (Bitch)
Bitch, they been tried to sign me, but I was on the block with a Glock in my hand (Glizzy, glizzy)
What the fuck is a hundred thousand? I get that for tappin' heads (That's on my mama)
Critical condition, can't slide this way, if we miss, we double back (Buh, buh, buh)
All that pussy shit you talkin' 'bout, we can hop out and get you whacked
Went on feet like we do track
Hawk him down and brrt, his head
I just took one of the opps' lives, they can't come for that (Pussy)
Everybody wanna be Ghost, truth be told, you can't survive in the jungle (Truth, truth be told)
Huh, everybody wanna be shooters, get in that room, shit, it was telling your honor (Rat ass)
Niggas'll fold when pressure apply (They fold)
White flag, got 'em switchin' sides (Flags)
The ho you thought was down to ride, she switched up on you when you caught that time (BabyDrill)
Huh, blow your top off, leave you stinkin' like a Black & Mild (Buh, buh, buh, madman)
Step on shit and watch 'em scatter like an ant pile
Huh, get to quakin' at the opps 'til it's a man down
Kick your door bare-face and lay your bitch ass down (Get the fuck down, huh)
Huh, mix the Wock' with Zootiez, Perc' got me feelin' too booty
I see an opp, I shoot it, blow his head back like some sushi
Niggas ain't in my tax bracket, fuck I look like beefin' for?
Bitch, I gave that boy a hard pass, came back and killed 'em both
Huh, walk in club, don't search the Drill, yes, I got that heater tucked
Huh, bro came home straight off a pill, but he say yercs make him throw up
Huh, woe been locked up a whole two years, like, will God come break the chains or somethin'? (Free that boy)
Everywhere I go, got a bitch in my ear like, "Ain't you the one that sang that song?"
Everybody wanna be Ghost, truth be told, you can't survive in the jungle (Truth, truth be told)
Huh, everybody wanna be shooters, get in that room, shit, it was telling your honor (Rat ass)
Niggas'll fold when pressure apply (They fold)
White flag, got 'em switchin' sides (Flags)
The ho you thought was down to ride, she switched up on you when you caught that time (BabyDrill)
Huh, blow your top off, leave you stinkin' like a Black & Mild (Buh, buh, buh, madman)
Step on shit and watch 'em scatter like an ant pile
Huh, get to quakin' at the opps 'til it's a man down
Kick your door bare-face and lay your bitch ass down (Get the fuck down, huh)
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