Lyrics Last Drill Song - Enphamus

Fuck niggas, I don't even drill rap no more
Shit getting old, niggas making names off this shit
Ain't did a fuck thang, to nobody
90 right back on that bullshit

Niggas must forgot what the fuck I do up
Six figures switch a full clip, pussy

I'm still in the A-Like trae young eating honey hot lemon pepper

G-17, at a nigga back, hawk him down like clint c-a-pella
My 19 sleep in the bed, you ain't ready for war
Yo shit on the dresser
Got a month of store and a nigga bond

Send bangout home on a stretcher
Brodie tryna get him but he PC'ing
Tryna shit bag, have him pee-peein
When the doors pop, tryna sneak in

Send a fuck nigga where B went
Tryna jump in with the white sharks
Watch a fuck nigga get seasick
Seen a bitch dissing and I commented

Like you really probably should delete this
Everybody hard with a gang with them
Niggas Cold hearted to the flame
Hit him, got up so close

Seen his chain rippin
Now my slide lock, got brains in it
I ain't learn this from the range
Nigga, I been shooting out with the same nigga

It was six of them, only me and Q hit three of him
Cause my aim, different left bloodstains
In his Mustang, I been tryna do it in mud name
I'm not a rapper, I just blew up rapping

I ain't grow up rapping, nigga, fuck fame
How you drill rapping? and you kill rapping
But you never ever did a fuck thing
I'm not a killer, I'm not a driller

I done made hot shit, cut veins
I'm still in the A like, Trae Young
Eating honey hot lemon pepper
G-17 to a nigga back

Hawk him down like clint ca-pella
My 19 sleep in the bed
You ain't ready for war
Your shit on the dresser

Got a month of store and a nigga bond
Send bangout home on a stretcher
I don't need a vouch, fuck a word mouth
Bring the whole south to your mama house

Called 12 on me chased Jeremiah out the damn park
With the cutta out, go ask Trent
Shot through the tints in my styling clothes
It got bloody out

On the damn phone with my baby mama
Nigga tried to rob me, made it sunny hot
This real life, no tubi
This real life, no movie

Free JMB, free my nigga
Teezy shit, get wicked like Juvie
Free muzzlehead, nigga, fuck the feds
That can't take quez, I'ma lose it

If you say it, nigga, better spray it
Nigga don't end up dead, bout your music
I'm still in the A-like, Trae Young
Eating honey hot lemon pepper

G-17 to a nigga back
Hawk him down like clint c-a-pella
My 19 sleep in the bed
He ain't ready for what

Your shit on the dresser
Got a month of store
And a nigga bond
Send bang out home on a stretcher

Brodie Tryna get him, but he PC'in
Tryna shit bag em
Have em ' PP'in

When the doors pop
Tryna sneak in
Send a fuck, nigga, where B went
Tryna jump in with the white sharks

Watch a fuck, nigga, get sea sick
Seen a bitch dissin
And I commented like
You really probably should delete this

Bitch, nigga, free grease
Free baby grease, nigga
Free teezy, bitch
Long live Da big B

Long live JB, nigga
Guapo
Micah
Hah Look at my Louis V
Nigga I got blood on em