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  ...drilling now?
  Huh, I know they cant stand me I sit em down
  You could die with your blicky out
  Send a message tell your momma her son a clown
  I got hit I aint sit around, we could talk about it
  Punch a opp if I walk without it
  Keep a whole bunch of hittas round
  Why you talk about it?
  We gon do it dont talk about it
  They like "Sleepy gotta chill", uh
  Bitch I gotta move aint no staying still
  Sleepy, whats the deal?
  Look, you aint gotta ask you know Sleepy will
  Go in for the kill, what
  Mean mugging, hoodied up, I got the steel, cuzzo got the pack
  Look, homie got the crills
  I was trappin fell in love with doing drills, uh
  Calm, cool chill til you see us buggin, get to know the real
  Whole lot of caps getting peeled
  Federalés tried to make a nigga squeal but Ima make bail
  Hit the block then we back up in thе field
  You the type to tеll a whole tale
  We the type to give em these shells
  Huh, pull up, whats crackin? Gun get to blastin
  Talk on my name and we wildin out
  All the opps in the spliff, ashin 
  Puff, puff, aint no passin 
  Niggas know what we into
  I get to drillin, Im sittin, Im killin
  Im sinnin if I get the feelin 
  I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos 
  Sip Remy like he Papoose
  Have him stay still like a statue 
  Have him inked in like a tattoo
  If I run down...