Songtexte Drill Instructa - Scando Stevie

Ha
What up
Yea
I am ya drill instructa
Yea Yea Yea
My name is Scandolous
Ahht Ahht Ahht Ahht
But the bros call me Scando
What What What
Bang bang

Don't shoot think about what dat tool do
Tear flesh break bones put you in crucial
Change lives traumatize now here come the blue suits
Old cuffs your wrist this is da new noose
Jammed up up north or in a down state
Mad fist yo face turnt into pound cake
Homi 1st degree got a wild case
You did it they told Fuck a trial date
Get life inside cause you gang bang
No visits or canteen how you maintain?
No Gucci or Amiri you just plain James
No Patek clock stopped on dat chain gang
2 birds 1 stone you live but he don't
He got a grave you got enslaved don't throw stones
At penitentiaries like you got no goals
Don't cry later nigga you was foretold
Stop drill children done got killed
From Glock peels wound up in potters field
You not real just cause you pop steel
You niggas dumbing like Johnny Knoxville
Big dumb lift guns to drop an opp off
Kill kids real Shit condom hot sauce
All dat tall gats to be a block boss
O-G low-key da block is not yours
Know dat phone tapped in ya trap house
NYC in 0-3 bout to black out
Busy beefing unfocused on da cash cow
Getting sturdy Nuffin purdy when you ass out
Spin blocks Benz drop wit da Mac out
Air Shit tear strips til they pass out
Da way you moving an L is when you'll max out
Part of an operation to take the blacks out
Clout fame game for puppets on strings
Soul lost didn't gain a fucking thing
Down fall come from ruckus you bring
Fools gold flex on wannabe king
Lets drill knowledge make sure our people last
No demon time or walking evil's paths
I know most of y'all won't agree to dat
But think about it why you even mad?