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BabyTron

Not A Drill (Remix)

 

Not A Drill (Remix)


(Nya)
This ain't no fire drill, this a tornado drill (Ah, brrrt)
When we spin, you better take cover, you know? Drop low (You won't leave him a clue? Please, for my man Taz)
This is not a fire drill, no, this— ha

This is not a fire drill, nah, here comes the tornado
It's catastrophic when we spin around, we give out halo
We sliding with some Dracos, like Drego, better lay low
We camping out on Gratiot at the factory for Faygos
I need a case of pop, I just got a case of Wock'
Watching cameras in the spot, you won't see a cable box
Like a cheetah, all these spots, close the door, we flaming hot
Used to shop at Save A Lot, now I eat steak with eights of drop
Heard you wanna hang with opps, Zion how I bang the block
You the type to save the clock, I see it's running, take the shot
Getting face, she saying ah, she ask a question, I say nah
They say some bullshit, I say ha, they ask what I want, I say 'za
Where the plug? Where the plug? Where the drugs? Where the drugs?
Where's the blood? Tryna sip on something, you'd think I'm Dracula
And doggy bone a burger, flipping sides without a spatula
My shoes got the lowercase C's, jeans, they capital
Product of a farm, billy goat my inner animal
Militia, yeah, we tactical, pull up in a tank or something
You would think the G-lock B.B Simon, we'll spank in something
Before I ever made me something, all I knew was take me something
Bro'll roll up on your block with wood, tryna go face him somethin'?
RM cost a quarter-milli', you would think the face was flooded
You would think that Face was with us, water on our neck
Shit, I'm thankful, made it to the age where ballers turn to vets
I need money, I need money, I won't talk, like, cut the check
They say, "How high?" Like Redman, at Harvard this semester
Unky playing with the girl, they might just charge him with molesting
Them ain't oil stains, my cuddy took some carfetty and pressed it
Risked it all to save some hoes like, oh, he Clark Kent? That's impressive
Weight up on my shoulders, had to lift it, Mark Henry, no wrestling

This is not a fire drill, here comes the tornado
Ha (Nya)
This is not a fire drill, here comes the tornado
This is not a— (Phew, ayy)
This is not a fire drill, here comes the tornado
If I ask, she won't' say no, you do what big bro say so

Left brodie at home, he like to kill people like Tadoe
My shirt off, I spilled the Quagen on me, now I'm Kratos
Tomato, tomato, regardless, they gon' hate though
My chain on the dresser, wrist a 41, Payroll
Hit my Cash App and I'ma answer, this a payphone
We don't play Durangos, on Collins in a Maybach
Save that, it save you, I save ones, I save blues
Rolling Loud Sprinter van headed to the stage blewed
I remember when they laughed, they thought this'd never work
Pops told me get a job, told him I'll never work
Where I'm from, where I been, no difference between hell and Earth
I need 'em, I don't sell no Percs, might wake up and just sell a verse
My bitch B-day last a week, I'm cashing out my seventh purse
I know they sick we balling for eternity, this after death
And I won't ride in one, but checks infinity, they never end
I seen his affidavit, get him 'round me, he'll tell again
Must ain't know who BabyTron was, why they set my— heh
Must ain't know who BabyTron was, why they set my bail at ten?
Dick her down, go tell your friend, this year, I done spent an M
Throw it up, militia vibes, bitch, you know it's us
They used to give us shoulder shrugs, now we walk in, they know it's us
I just poured a cup of yup, I'm moving slow as fuck
Take the trophy, hold it up, it's time to get our rings fitted
Shit, I'm sick of everything, but most of all these freak bitches
Most of all, these cheap hoes, swear to God
Off-Wizzy belt tangled, you would think the street closed

This is not a fire drill, nah, here comes the tornado
This is not a fire drill, nah, here comes the tornado
This is not a— (Ah)
This is not a fire drill, this the tornado

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