Teach Me How To Drill Lyrics – Lil Mabu
Yeah, n!gga
We gon’ pop out, we gon’ go to the hood
You see a n!gga, you shoot a n!gga
Watch out for the cameras, watch out for the police, n!gga
And don’t tell nobody what you do
When you do it, finish what you’re doing, n!gga
Grrt, baow
It’s a movie, viral, baow, yeah
Pull up, let me show you ’round this place
See ’em little n!ggas on that gate? (Right there)
Yeah, should I punch him in his face?
Chill, lil’ bro, you gotta wait
Then he better look the other way
Huh, ‘fore I put him on a chase
Damn, this lil’ white boy laced
He ’bout to make us catch another case
You don’t wanna be in no jailhouse
You don’t wanna be with no jakes
Watch what I do, listen what I say
Copy my moves, follow my pace
Gotta take notes 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, Stichy, huh, woo’d up
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain’t shootin’ no schools up
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?
Teach me how to drill
Let me flock, grab the wheel
I see the opps, n!gga, chill
Don’t let ’em know we on his heels
F*ck (Huh), did I f*ck it up?
Nah, you good Mabu, just keep it hush
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 n!gga
Yo, Mabu, lift ’em
If you play with his pops, you a victim
I walk in any hood, I’m good, huh
‘Cause I’m with the dogs that’ll stick ’em
Baby, welcome to the hood
If you with us, you good
Yeah, Stichy, huh, woo’d up
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain’t shootin’ no schools up
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?
He looked like a single
But white boy 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’ n!gga
And I’m young and I’m richer, huh
Five bands on a fit, hah
Five bands on a fit
But your pillow looking like a tea bag, n!gga?
See that n!gga by the gate?
That’s my rich homie, Drake
Oh sh!t, almost shot him by mistake
Ayo, bro, you need a break
It gets spooky when it’s late (Huh)
Just keep a Glock, f*ck the mace
Haha, yo, Fivi’, you really my, chill
That’s a word you can’t say
Oh, sh!t
Baby, welcome to the hood
If you with us, you good
Yeah, Stichy (Stichy), huh, woo’d up
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain’t shootin’ no schools up
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?
Uh-uh, slide through
Don’t let the opps find you
Keep your eyes behind you
Get a chop ’bout you
Just know, they try me if they try you
And the whole gang will stand beside you
Right or wrong, it’s a lifestyle, lifestyle
Baby, welcome to the hood
If you with us, you good
Yeah, Stichy, huh, woo’d up
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain’t shootin’ no schools up
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?
Huh, you know what’s going on, n!gga
After that drill, you come home, you eat that meal
Throw that gun away, take the gloves off
And don’t bring ’em back to home, n!gga
And don’t tell nobody you went on a drill, n!gga
And don’t tell nobody who taught you how to go on a drill, n!gga
Grraow!
Organized Crime (YGA, YGA)
You did that, huh?
Felt like I brought my Italian roots back (Yeah)
Mob sh!t
Grrt-baow!
Shoutout my YGA n!ggas, it’s Fivio Foreign
800 Foreign Side to YGA, n!gga
Fivio Foreign, Mabu, n!gga
(YGA, YGA)
Hahaha (YGA, YGA)
