Cb Still Drilling Lyrics


Still Drilling by CB

(Cb)
We're down for the drills
That's anywhere, that's anytime you can still get pilled
I'm aiming for wigs, so I'm aiming to kill
See a opp on the mains don't give a fuck
You can still get drilled
All I wanna do is crash that corn
My niggas dem told me make p's before you got to war
I said fuck that I wanna drill now and drill some more
Smoked my man in the face, yeah that point got scored
Couldn't give a toss about the law
Niggas know cb, more time if it was done by the 7th
It was done by me, I ride for my g's
Put my heart on the streets
If you see me that's nothin but teef
So trapped off, I'm spinning around
Ask the opps how that spinners sounds
When that spinner bangs, try know that's a nigga down
And where I'm from we always know to keep things around
All the risk that the team be taking
That's why my nigga Niro is money making
Meanwhile we are tryrana dodge those cases
So it's no face no case, when we drill on pavements
Main road, backroad or silent alley
It's all the same to me I don't a fuck I'm scatee
I don't play no games, bro said I've got a wicked man aim
Had one bell in the chamber, and an opp boy still got blazed
My drillers drill and we will do it again and
Free C1 I swear that got a real life driller in the cage
Young Bo fresh home, I swear that's a savage back
Poi soon home, in or back Mizz go land and probably
Like free the gang
When I turn up on your block I'll see man dash (running)
I don't even blame them if
I was beefing me I wouldn't leave my gaff (I wouldn't want it)
And that shit there is facts, them man can't even eat meals
Them man are getting drilled at cafe
Get round there two waps

(Yb)
Still Woody (Gaza)
Still tryana boot at the 6 (Fuck the 6)
Still warn at the news at 6
Fuck boy knew that risk
Just letting you know step on the 7th
You better have smoke
Stepping with poles, step out with stones
Nigga too trappy, we f up the roads
Niggas know the drill, man don't get drilled
7th to the world x2, put your hand on bro and blood get spilt
Talking about spilt, that boy got poked
Shells to the face, how that hot shit feel x2
Like what's with all the chatting
Man I've been in the field, tryana creep with steel
Tryana lesse like cabbage
Got some niggas in the field
That will dip a nigga up then vanish
I ain't got to say no name niggas know what happened
10 toes on your block no manners
I can't believe Pabz got 5
I can't believe Dimz got dipped
I can take L's, that don't tie me
Fat shanks then I hit west school other side
You can't tell me about slip
Been ot can't tell me about trips
Whizzed around in a four door whip
Any sign of an opp chef him up then dip
But back to the bando
Been a long night with them grams though
I got me a rambo run up on me and
You might not make it back home
You don't wanna get wet my nigga (No you don't)
You don't wanna get stretched my nigga (No you don't)
I that yout got a pack, I'll run up in you trap and
Finesse that nigga, Like what's all the talking
Go hard for the money, but my all in
One donny tried line me up, so I cheffed him up
When I caught him (Silly boy)
Like nothin ain't changed
I'm still with the gang, I'm still with the 7th
Them niggas ain't active, them niggas ain' trapping
Them niggas pretending (Stop lying)
If I dip you in the eye
I'll have a young boy looking like Fetty
I'll do it for the guys, I wanna live nice
I'll do it for the readys
Trapping ain't dead, but trapping ain't cool
Finesse you some racks, that's due to the fraud
Like them man ain't on shit, them man just talk
Give a 15 inch for an opp boy, big ting long like sword
In the ride with the guys don't lack, couldn't give a fuck about the law x2

[Outro]
I'm out Rico, you understand what I'm saying
Look at me I've been shot in the head baby
My body different, I'm breathing different
You understand what I'm saying
The doctor said I wasn't gonna walk the same

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