SUICIDE DRILLZ
[Hook]
My life a Movie but everything real
A dead bitch I’ll show you forreal
I’m Angry as fuck pop up where u chill
Wen I slide I’m sliding Forreal

They tried to take bro god gave him the will
I’m just happy the Lord let him live
My man got shot the same day in the field
We gon find who was gripping the wheel

Fuck all the opps kno they beds getting rocked
We got choppers with federal shots
And a 30 that’s holding like 30
When you ducking  it seem like a lot


I move like a ghost  you won’t see me coming
I hop in the Hеmi ain’t doing no running
They want me to chill I ain’t fearing nothing
My brothеr got shot shit hurt to the stomach

[VERSE 1]
They think that it’s ending when it’s just the beginning
Niggas Stand over game like a Two tower building

I held it together ain't get in my feelings
I only see red Get the Medic i’m tripping

Run it back thru the phone let me get it’s go
Get yo ass stamp then we shipping ya home

Suicide drills we don’t think about dying
Sky gotta clear for the sun gon shine

Middle of the war might pull up with a bomb
Suicide drills you the one gon die

Riding thru the city with my hand on the stick
Man in the Mirror i’m as cold as it get

If you ride with the opp everybody getting hit
And the nigga that i’m with got a body and a brick

You say you want smoke and we gotta few lighters
Don’t make me go get em Whole clique spit fire
Gotta FourFive tucked in some number nine jays
Just the kousins around me Don’t Need No parade

Put Ya Lo (Location) ona beat if you really wanna play
Lil holister Nigga I’m just tryn ride Waves

Ima get where you stay You won’t see the next day
Mask down Walkup straight Str8 blow out ya Brain

[Hook]
My life a Movie but everything real
A dead bitch I’ll show you forreal
I’m Angry as fuck pop up where u chill
Wen I slide I’m sliding Forreal

They tried to take bro god gave him the will
I’m just happy the Lord let him live
My man got shot the same day in the field
We gon find who was gripping the wheel

Fuck all the opps kno they beds getting rocked
We got choppers with federal shots
And a 30 that’s holding like 30
When you ducking  it seem like a lot

I move like a ghost  you won’t see me coming
I hop in the Hemi ain’t doing no running
They want me to chill I ain’t fearing nothing
My brother got shot shit hurt to the stomach