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Marino Infantry - Drill lyrics

Artist: Marino Infantry

album: Enter The Infantry, Vol. 2


Where the sheets and funnel at Spizz?
I had to get up and make something shake
Hold up, wait
I had to get up and make something shake
Hold up, wait
I had to get up and make something shake
Niggas fake
Put a whole fifty round up in the Drac'
Dunk on this bitch like Blake
Get off this perc and this wock and start fucking her face
Hold up, wait
I'm in the jungle, I hang with the lions and apes
Let it roll, ghost Glock on me, I heat it, it's taking his soul
Hoe niggas getting exposed
I was 13 introduced to the stove
Yeah, lit
Ever seen a Glock 27 attached with a switch
Blacktops hit him, it's making him twitch
He won't stop sliding till they call it quits
Pull up in the whip, I need 60 a KD
My trap like the 80s
Me and the Glock go together like mash with the gravy
Play the pocket like Brady
This rap shit really done saved me
Niggas calling off shit like they ready to pay me
I'm playing the lobby like brazen and jane
Got money put away in case it get rainy
V8, hop in that scatpack ready to race
Dodging the work like Mase
12 get behind me, I'm giving 'em chase
Break the work down to a fraction
Hit stick, bitch this Madden
Baltimore, they dig my accent
Walk in the pharmacy, he know we catching
Went to Rodeo, don't shop on computers
Cameras on the curb, gotta watch for intruders
I love the weed like I pray to buddah
Her titties look like she fresh out of Hooters
My diamonds don't need no flash to hit
My gun play tag, we shoot, you it
Fight club, Brad Pitt
Money out, [?]
Money blue, I call it Mega Man
Keep grinding cause I don't know the man
Connect in the socket, I'm the man
P Diddy, bitch I made my own band
She lick my dick and she nasty
Gun, duck, Daffy
Can't get away if niggas slap me
Spoil my bitch, she sassy
Hold up, wait
I had to get up and make something shake
Niggas fake
Put a whole fifty round up in the Drac'
Dunk on this bitch like Blake
Get off this perc and this wock and start fucking her face
Hold up, wait
I'm in the jungle, I hang with the lions and apes
Let it roll, ghost Glock on me, I heat it, it's taking his soul
Hoe niggas getting exposed
I was 13 introduced to the stove
Yeah, lit
Ever seen a Glock 27 attached with a switch
Blacktops hit him, it's making him twitch
He won't stop sliding till they call it quits

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