On, bro, we gotta have a Drillathon, man
I gotta shine (we gotta have a Drillathon)
Uh, uh, uh
It’s me (the house of Drill)
Let’s get it
Uh (big drills)
Yeah (the biggest drills)
Yeah (big drills)
Way before I ever made a dime, I was on my grind
Took my turn, I had to wait for my time
And now every time I pop out, I’ma shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
Call me for that bag, I wake up right on time
9 A.M., I was sellin’ nicks and dimes
Must be a savior, every time they need pape’, they hit the line
Niggas weren’t worried about no cake, but I was gettin’ mine
Did so much, when they need favors, I just hit decline
Still to this day, I pop out AR, Drac, .40s, and 9s
Can’t survive the shit I did without puttin’ this shit on the line
I been with Mally his whole bid, can’t leave my nigga behind
Not for nothin’
Will I leave 150 Dream Team? Not for nothin’
Clear the scene, aim the green beam, tap the button
And these hoes just like Ms, come a dime a dozen
Go back in time to see my bro again? I’m like, fuck it
Way before I ever made a dime, I was on my grind
Took my turn, I had to wait for my time
And now every time I pop out, I’ma shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine
I gotta shine