[Intro]
This is not a fire drill
This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing
Gang-gang, yeah (Gang-gang)
This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing
[Verse 1]
This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing
They like, "Swift a rapper" but I'll bet I make this jit sing
I feel like I'm Jordan, I'm the GOAT, yeah, I got six rings
On the block with bumblebees, yeah, you might just get six stings
Sippin' Wock, I'm laggin' on these folks, I got so many ping
He scared to catch a body, saw it pop but watched his face cringe
Sippin' Hello Kitty, look inside my cup, it's all pink
Broke her heart 'cause I won't be her mans, I made that chick drid
Countin' Bennys, not no Abrahams, she like, "When we linkin'?"
My flow so sick, that's the reason I'm probably still drinkin'
My custies old and white, I'm serving yellow, servin' Abe Simpson
I don't rock Dior or Louboutins but swear I'm still Christian
They like, "'ko, I'm Prada you", I feel like the devil
They like, "'ko, they follow you", I'm on a whole level
The way I rock out with that stick, I'm totin' heavy metal
He cracked the seal, he gave me cash, I guess the deal is settled
I done seen my dawgs fail so much times, I had to face palm
Shawty's skin so chocolate, and she sweet, I ain't even taste her
Only focused on the money, seen that girl. ain't chase her
She said that I'm swag, I'm Sexy With A bit of Gangsta
I got class but I don't study
Make dead friends but got no buddies
My dawgs'll slime you out, they'll swipe your nose as if your nose was runny
Forget the girls, yeah, I need money
My fit stay clean, my cup is muddy
They comment on my swag but when I see them, yeah, they all look bummy
[Hook]
This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing
Better know that, yeah
This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing
{Verse 2]
The only thing that's dirty is my cup, my fit stay clean
Hella nonchalant, yeah, I copped this flow from Veeze
I'll throw up my set, shoutout my members, that's the team
My big brother's Jet but shoutout Randy, that's the sleeze
She claim that she a 4, we all know that she be riding
When it rains, it pours, don't be ducking, don't be hiding
I'm really a soft kid, I'on like being violent
B.B. with the Raf, yeah, I'm always rocking Simons
When I'm with the members, you can bet that we too turnt
I'll teach y'all the work, got me feelin' like a tutor
We don't need a V, spin the block in all scooters
Kello got the Glocks, the FNs, and he got the Rugers
They be sleepin' on lil' F-L-double K-O, yeah, they be laying on him
I ain't never hate before, the dawg so broke, I'm praying for him
Walk up and spray beet juice, you know that we staining on 'em
It's M-A-F-I-A and 6400, yeah, we banging on 'em
This all off the dome, don't need no book, this all off off-the-mental
I'll put all my pain inside my music, cry on instrumentals
He claim that he a junkie, poppin' pills, he prolly poppin' Mentos
We don't need no leases for all our Vs, we gon' ride the rentals
We got hella range, yeah, we ridin' in that Rover
She ain't need to jump in but then she snitched?
Who done told her?
I was born in February so they know I'm colder
Countin' up this paper layin' around, need a folder
You know it's 4.20, I'm too geeked, roll the 'Woods up
I'm big triple seven, I ain't never need no good luck
He said he want bark? I got the stick, i keep that wood tucked
Before they close my casket, fix my fingers, throw the hood up
[Outro]
This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing (Crrdd)
On my grandma
This is not a fire drill, yeah, this the real thing
Yeah, brr (Yah, yah-yah-yah)
