International Drill
Rimzee, Bobby Shmurda, Moga, Chani Nattan
International with the fuckin' gang (Makers Music), you know who it is
Yo, don't wanna see us like Foolio (no)
Three sticks in the studio (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Would've push your wig out your cap like Coolio (facts)
G63 treat the road like it's ours (skrrt)
Baggin' up for hours
Grub straight drop like the towers (Twin Towers)
See-through, bags no LV luggage (nope)
Six years in the dungeons, now I'm with Bobby in London (facts)
Gun kick like Tekken (grrah, grrah)
G-lock or the 11 (grrah)
Get caught with the sheen, I'm shellin' them
Niggas get caught there tellin'
Model chick off the 'Gram (uh)
Tryna act like she don't know I am (hahaha)
I was in jail with pics on my wall akh, I felt like Stan (Eminem)
Endanger life, got done for intent (I did)
I'm in the field like tents
My chick she waited for me like Tems (Alhamdulillah)
And, we ain't never scared (never), let me get that clear (you get it?)
Nads got nine for a square
They gave my little brother Ak twenty years (free him)
I don't rate them fools
Me and frog in that cell when I lost it all (facts)
I really copped them tools I can't get you done just make the call
And I got that call 'bout twenty shots that's all they saw (that's all they saw, yeah)
When I spinned that car it was me and my dawg
When I hit his dawg, yeah (when I hit they dawg, yeah)
And I hit that broad, yeah (and I hit that broad, yeah)
And I shot up they cars, yeah (and I shot up they cars, yeah)
And we kick up them, boy
We stick up them, boy
Forget them boydem (brrt)
Shotta with me, ah no toy dem
Mi ah go squeeze, go point them
So do what you must to avoid them
Shot ah go beat pon dem (brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Yeah, I'm missin' my friends
A niggas like eight, nine in
I'm goin' all in
Keepin' the FN in my Benz (yeah, yeah)
We strapped out movin' all Tim
We blacked out movin' all in
Shootin' all ten (brrt)
Four, five niggas get spin
Niggas get zipped
And I ain't even leavin' no prince
And I ain't never need me no switch
Shootin' that shit, bitch don't make no sense
I was jumpin' the fence (brrt)
These niggas ain't doin' that shit
These niggas, they buggin' they playin'
Hop out, jump out, pop out, doin' that shit
These niggas ain't doin' it all
Hop out, jump out, pop out, doin' that shit
These niggas ain't want it at all
I'm swin'in' my balls
These niggas can't hang with the boss
These niggas can't bang with the dawgs
Play with the God
These niggas be shootin' at stars
So we start shootin' at y'all
Peche pehnge, jattan de putt khenge
Ni ik teri haan badle, sohniye
Ni ek teri haan badle, sohniye
Ni ek teri haan badle
Ho sadkan peehdi gaadi chaudi
Hind vairi di jatt ne maudi
London de vich ghuma jithe
Baaji Udham Sin'h ne maudi
Oh, kada sone da dab te metal
Anti gang naal chaldi battle
Dekhi sher pajhaun kateeda
Velly jatt nu tarsan heera
Tu rakh na jeda changa tenu lagda
Nit papera ch naa badle, sohniye
Nit papera ch naa badle
Peche pehnge, jattan de putt khenge
Ni ik teri haan badle, sohniye
Ni ek teri haan badle, sohniye
Ni ek teri haan badle
