The bad thing about the NYC drill era damn near any drill era is the music is SO DISRESPECTFUL but the beats/flows/nostalgia throwbacks/ just the general vibe from all these guys is insane GREAT MUSIC from all sides just end the violence 💯
@@a4k563 been that way for years everybody throwing shots in music and irl 😭 it’s outta hand feel bad for everyone living this lifestyle always gotta keep they head on a swivel
Verse 1: Jenn Carter] Keep a knocker, two sticks That boy a dummy, got put in a ditch (Grrah-grrah, boom) And my niggas stay melatin, they cannot switch Like, put the beam on his hip (Grrah-grrah, what?) Catch Flex, not friends If I find me a bitch, she gon' turn to a villain (Grrah-grrah, boom) I'm a beast, out of the village Dum-Dump that knocker, windows is tinted (It's Carter, dickhead) Ayo, Jah, Chase Down Gang, rip that V, throw like a hunnid (Like, what?) Tata, bli-blitz both ways We two deep and this .40 got drummin' [Verse 2: Kyle Richh] Don't run when this gun get to bustin' Knot on my body, I don't need nobody (Like, what?) Fuck-, fuck Charlie Like, he was dissin', got put in the molly (Grrah-grrah-grrah) Damn, he got hit in his skull (Like, what?), hea-head pop, now his brains on fire (Damn-damn-damn) He got sent to the sky, no dove (Like, what?) Like, gotta click (Bitch) when the push come to shove (Damn-damn-damn) Ayo, Jerry, what we doin'? And we off the wock' no Flocka Like, what we smokin'? Osama Like, yo, Shiek, go dump that knocker Told bro, "Pop out wit' the sitchy" (Do a hit) Like, shit get sticky if I can't get the iffy I'm on his block, tryna see how is block work (Like, what?) Like (Bitch), it's a PD when we find Blockwork (Damn-damn-damn) And Notti ain't make it to highschool Noah got beat like makeup (Alley) O-Omens, gotta wake up Like, lil' bro caught a-, off the wake up (Like, what?) Dotty dead, nigga died off a bean (Dotty) [Verse 3: Jerry West & Kyle Richh] 4s in the spot then we clearin' the scene SB a demon, he flock out the V If that bitch is a thot, I don't give her the D He got caught in the train, wasn't fast on his feet And if I got a deuce, then I pass it to Shiek Notti Boppin', and if I catch a O, then he droppin' You not 41-K, nigga, stop it Backdoor open, you better unlock it 'Cause I'm slime And that nigga got caught in a dream 'cause it wasn't on time I got a switch on my gun then I double it up, then I gotta combine Jah Woo, that's my heart Comin' outside, we got 4100 I can't wait 'til I run into Blockwork, can't even find 'em, that nigga be duckin', grrah Told bro, "Don't stop dumpin'" Like, nigga see me, heart start pumpin' [Verse 4: Leeky Jack] Niggas dissin', what for? Niggas mad 'cause we up on the score (Charlie) Ca-Catch my a Mitchy, send 'em to the lord L-L-Leeky (Grrt, baow) gon' leave 'em leakin' on the floor (Baow-baow-baow) Since a youngin', always kept a charge I had my-I had my mother always in the courts ([?]) All them cases, a young nigga caught, for them robberies, hammers, and all them assaults (Baow-baow-baow) 13, tried to hit up the doors Hi-Hit 'em, and watch 'em losin' their results (Grrah) All that shit that a young nigga saw Niggas was [?], I was right on my porch (What?) It's aight' 'cause we up on the score Ja-Ja-Jackpot, hit a nigga, now he gone (Jackpot) We are not worried 'bout oppositions, when the Glock is spittin' everybody fall (Baow-baow-baow), like Late night, posted up on the jack (On the jack) They know that I was totin' on a MAC (MAC, like) False move, nigga you gon' get clapped When I up, one down, niggas know it's a wrap (Baow-rrah-rrah) Jackpot, they don't really understand us Catch opp, hit them niggas wit' the hammer (Gang-gang-gang) Fat chop, hit that nigga now he dancin' I start releasin' (Like), let them niggas panic (Baow-baow-baow), like And it's every O shot, bitches get dropped, smokin' on his pops and shit (Die Y, die Y) Niggas talkin' 'bout them chops, never bend the block, all they do is politic (Baow-baow-baow) All my niggas totin' props and shit Run up on me (Leg-shot), you get popped and shit We do not care about oppositions (Like), we got choppa-sitions for the opps and shit (Grrah, baow-baow) Like, one opp got hit in the neck 'Nother opp nigga not feelin' his legs (Like) Another got hit in his stomach and shit and them other two niggas is dead (Oh my god) Like, me and my niggas we buggin' and shit Ain't nothin' to let off two legs I call on Tmac, brodie gon' relap, that nigga buggin', that nigga [?] How could I lack and I keep me a .9? How I'm gon' die if it's not my time? You can killed for dissin' one of mine We gon' get to clickin', that nigga rewind (That nigga rewind), like edit: yall mfs actin like I wrote the lyrics😭😭😭😭
Jenn carter go in soo hard on this right here, straight up BANGER! He aint like all them trappers and oppas who just be usin dat *Authentic views* to get they hits up to go HAM... SMH seem like anyone can glow up these days... SMH
