Made Drill

[Part I: Made] [Verse 1] Smokin dope gettin' tree high Bitch I'm wit yeah she bi Keep it 100 got a lot of hundreds Need a hit I put dollars on it More money more problems Can't sleep I need codine And I'm smokin like a dope fiend Hang wit pokers they be poking Shit is chess not checkers Shoot a nigga in his freckles Thowin bullets dont get tackled MUBU gang bunch of made man Say they out here but they stay in No talkin' we just sprayin' Niggas thinkin' that we playin' 'Til you catch they ass in traffic They show 'em it ain't just rap shit Chopper make 'em do a back flip Give a bitch boy a face lift They ain't hard they just play tough Man these fuck boys made up Drivin' fast gettin' knocked down I feel good call me James Brown I can die any day now [Part II: Drill] [Intro] Pop off pop off pop off (x2) Pop out pop off Pop off pop off pop off (x2) [Verse 2] Get ya damn head knocked off All I do is smoke hot sauce All I do is fuck boss hoes In that G wag' makin boss moves Pull up ready to commit drills Have us lookin for you like waldo Holla at you wit the saw'd off Then hall off All black shit Get whacked shit AK rounds make you do shit Like back flip Split in half Crash the whip get away That drill shit not that other shit This that run up on em and make him suck a clip Time to show these niggas who they fuckin with No love for a bitch Just fuck and dip Everyday I'm fly like a fuckin trip Got so many hoes Ima fuckin pimp On another note Ima fuckin boss If I wanted to I can get 'em lost If I wanted to I can get you hit If I wanted to I could fuck yo' bitch But all I do is smoke dope and brick It's a fuckin' a hit To you other niggas I'm the fuckin realist Hang wit' millionaires and some fuckin' killers At the same time ball like hang time Smokin' gasoline rollin' off a bean With yo bitch and her friend doin' awesome things And we livin' dreams Bitches suckin' dick to boost they self esteem You wouldn't know about it Just forget about it You can run up I'll shoot you up in your head And then I'll get up out it They get that shit? You say they got lean Did you hit that shit? Let's hope it's a hit We ain't no vics We be hittin licks Run up in yo' crib if you got them bricks Smokin' on dope sipin' Actavis Bitches go dumb on some active shit I be mackin on my apple shit Bullets get let off and tackle shit Got them snitches in that apple bitch? To live everyday that's a risk My niggas gangsters and gentlemen Want a argument we gon' drill em bitch