TEACH ME HOW TO DRILL

Yeah, ****

We gon' pop out, we gon' go to the hood, you see a ****, you shoot a ****

Watch out for the cameras, what out for the police, ****

And don't tell nobody what you do when you do it, finish what you doin', ****

Grrt, baow

It's a movie, viral, baow, yeah

Pull up, lemme show you 'round this place

See them lil' **** on that gate

Yeah, should I punch him in this face?

Chill, lil' bro you gotta wait

Then he better look the other way, 'fore I put 'em on a chase

Damn, this lil' white boy laced

He 'bouta make us catch another case

You don't want to be in no jail house, you don't wanna be with no jakes

Watch what I do, listen what I say

Copy my moves, follow my pace

Gotta take note what's around you, so you never make mistakes

My fault, Fivi', I'm new to this place

Yeah, huh, yeah

Baby, welcome to the hood

If you with us, you good

Yeah, sitchy, huh, woo'd up

Backpack full of rulers

Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh

And, no, I ain't shootin' no school's up

Yeah, I feel like drill tutor

Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?

Baow, grrah

Teach me how to drill

Lemme flock, grab the wheel

I see the opps

****, chill, don't let 'em know we on his heels

Baow

Fuck, did I fuck it up?

Huh?

Nah, you good, Mabu, just keep it hush

Shhh

Let me pop this Perc', so I can focus up

Bring a demon outside with me at night

They gon' know who did it when the face white

Yo, Fivi', pass me the trigger

White boy, but you my ****

Yo, Mabu, lift 'em

You play wit his pops, you a victim

I walk in any hood, I'm good

'Cause I'm with the dogs that'll sick 'em

Baby, welcome to the hood

If you with us, you good

Yeah, sitchy, huh, woo'd up

Backpack full of rulers

Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh

And, no, I ain't shootin' no school's up

Yeah, I feel like drill tutor

Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?

Grrah

He look like a singer, but white boy'll get up on 'em

He can't say the word, I'ma say it for him

You not the biggest, I'm bigger

You just a broke

Lil' ****

And I'm young and I'm richer, huh

Five bands on the fit, ha

Five bands on the fit, but your pillow lookin' like a teabag

****

See that **** by the gate?

Yeah

That's my rich homie, Drake

Oh, shit, I almost shot him by mistake

What?

Aye, yo, bro, you need a break

It gets spooky when it's late

So keep a Glock, fuck the mace

Yo, Fivi', you really my-

Chill, that's a word you can't say

Oh, shit

Baby, welcome to the hood

If you with us, you good

Yeah, sitchy, huh, woo'd up

Backpack full of rulers

Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh

And, no, I ain't shootin' no school's up

Yeah, I feel like drill tutor

Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?

Grrt, baow

Uh-uh, slide through

Don't let the opps find you

Keep your eyes behind you

Get a choppa, buy two

Just know, they try me if they try you

And the whole gang will stand beside you

Right or wrong

This a lifestyle not a song

Baby, welcome to the hood

If you with us, you good

Yeah, sitchy, huh, woo'd up

Backpack full of rulers

Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh

And, no, I ain't shootin' no school's up

Yeah, I feel like drill tutor

Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?

Baow, baow

Huh, you know what's goin' on, ****

After that drill, you come home, eat that meal

Throw that gun away, take the gloves off, so you don't bring 'em back home, ****

And don't tell nobody we went on a drill, ****

And don't tell nobody who taught you how to go on a drill, ****

Graow

Organized Crime

YGA, YGA

Did that huh?

Feel like I brought my Italian roots back

Yeah

Mob shit

Grrt-baow, shoutout my YGA ****, it's Fivio Foriegn

800 Foreign Side to YGA, ****

Fivio Foreign, Mabu, ****

YGA, YGA