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Authentic Drill Lyrics - Artist : POUNDZ
(Skippz Production)
Authentic drill, man's bringin' that back (Baow!) They never had me around on the scene last year This year, man's goin' in mad Go tell your aunties I'm back (I'm back) South London's locked, tell a man get packed You don't wanna come 'round these sides is tapped In and out of the London flats God had to save me cah I nearly went mad Authentic drill, man's bringin' that back (Baow!) They never had me around on the scene last year This year, man's goin' in mad Go tell your aunties I'm back (I'm back) South London's locked, tell a man get packed You don't wanna come 'round these sides is tapped In and out of the London flats God had to save me cah I nearly went mad I know chest shot drillas They know my part of the town ain't safe, bare killas Take the wrong turn then spin it Cops are on man from the day till the night-time's finished I never play mid-fielder, I ain't Jack Grealish Your gyal want the old backshots, so I'm widdit Then same gyal back to her man cah I'm wicked and bad like Bouncer's business 700 BHP on this whip I can't crash cah that Deebo's crazy Lifestyle brazy, I take that risk To the turn with a handbrake skid We got bussdown cars like Tokyo Drift Four pipes on the Lambo, rev that bitch Put 15 bags on your head Leave a fool like I want man six feet in Authentic drill, man's bringin' that back (Baow!) They never had me around on the scene last year This year, man's goin' in mad Go tell your aunties I'm back (I'm back) South London's locked, tell a man get packed You don't wanna come 'round these sides is tapped In and out of the London flats God had to save me cah I nearly went mad Authentic drill, man's bringin' that back (Baow!) They never had me around on the scene last year This year, man's goin' in mad Go tell your aunties I'm back (I'm back) South London's locked, tell a man get packed You don't wanna come 'round these sides is tapped In and out of the London flats God had to save me cah I nearly went mad My old label's pissed They tried burning me down to the ground, they're pricks The industry knows they're shit Got five man struggling to do what one man did Let me talk my shit If I speak these facts, bet no more yutes won't sign off rap Lemme show these man what I'm on, no miss But it's time for return of the mack I'll straighten a fuckboy out like Quavo (Straightenin', straightenin') Straight head-shot, don't aim low You could get corn in your wig like cane-rows Like bro-bro sad, we're the talk of the town Man's way too lit to be walkin' around Don't ever try question badman's gang, sir I was gonna shoot up ... (Woi) Lemme take the piss Lemme switch up the flow and make it real lit Lemme show you what a skengman is Rip anybody live on the beat with a flow like this (And again) Authentic drill, man's bringin' that back All my sons on the game better call me dad These man bought one two chains and a watch I don't know why them boy get gassed Authentic drill, man's bringin' that back (Baow!) They never had me around on the scene last year This year, man's goin' in mad Go tell your aunties I'm back (I'm back) South London's locked, tell a man get packed You don't wanna come 'round these sides is tapped In and out of the London flats God had to save me cah I nearly went mad Authentic drill, man's bringin' that back (Baow!) They never had me around on the scene last year This year, man's goin' in mad Go tell your aunties I'm back (I'm back) South London's locked, tell a man get packed You don't wanna come 'round these sides is tapped (Skippz Production) In and out of the London flats God had to save me cah I nearly went mad |
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