Текст песни Blaq Boy Drillin - Blaqdot

You see that guy Dem de call Blaqdot
Guy omo that song make sense like mad men

Ayy! ayy!! ayy!!!
It's the dot behind the punchline

You know I love drills (love it) they make my cap feel real (let's go)
I feel like Batman on a crime fight with a with a batmobile
Me on a UK drill is like Blendz on a loop with a smooth PC
Bros for life gonna make history
Put a yellow tape on the industry yeah!!!!

I'm talking bout the family tree (let's go let's go)
Got my nine close when you cross my gee (grrr paa)
Man catch me a case get my hands dirty
Man on G.O.D you gone D.I.E (on God)
Upcoming's like Tupac on a durag
So you ain't gonna know I got that shine
There's no time to explain that line (forget it)

Drop drop from the top (from the top)
From the top of a block to a opp (to a opp)
Send me a gun
Then I empty a clip on a opp (opp)
There's no where to run
So he praying my aim is a flop
But I'm always on point (yh)
That's why they call me the dot

Fucking the opps like its x-rated
This ain't no afro the boy braided
Niggas been having a rough time synching with me
Coz of the fact that upgraded (I'm too good)
How time flies without a jet engine
That's how I'm gone shine without a power plug-in
Only for the fact that we just fucking
Bitch don't talk back when I'm talkin

Take the throne and take em all (take it)
And put shooters on the throne
In loyalty we raise em all (they shoot for me)
And for those who slept on us
We wake those suckers up (it's time to wake up bruv)
Eating the edible up late now I feel like incredible hulk (yh)
You feel like a terrible flop

Gang signs on my beat
Kiddie, Kevin, Kcee I gat three K's on the team (my bros)
We ain't squashing beef yet we just trying to make a scene
Dot behind a punchline still the the boy behind yo bitch
Bro you getting switched
(Pa pa)

I just tucked in my handgun
And the AK stashed in the dashboard
And the backseat loaded with magnums
Coz It ain't time to give mom a grandson
Yh... that's a mad one
Live a crazy life like a madman
Word of the day check the middle of my name
You can see there's a punchline (skrrrr)

Nine o'clock on a tango
Look how I shoot from an angle
Hit... Hit all they block like I'm rambo
World against me like I'm YB and Quando
Tra
Tra. tra. trap in a bando
Buffed like a macho
Frontline commando
Lit like a candle
I ain't nerfed like Ronaldo
Niggas claim I'm fake
But I got more reels than they Instagram handle (I get it)
You Niggas think its fun and games
Till I blow your head like a candle (phhhhhh)
"Yeah"
It ain't no string that I can't pull (it ain't no fuck?)
It ain't no string that I can't pull