Drilly - Gopal

Who said I can’t do drill, blud fuck that, man I got flows on flows that’ll

duck man down

If I pull up in the dance everybody better run cah dem man are getting bun

Who said I can’t do drill, blud fuck that, man I got flows on flows that’ll

duck man down

If I pull up in the dance everybody better run cah dem man are getting bun

Oi, come against me and get spun, man I got the whole game on lock

Yo man just talk online like they ‘bout it

Man talk crud its nuttin' to be proud of

Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place

Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust no one,

that’s not safe

That’s peak innit, man‘ve got Gucci wallts but ain’t got no Ps in it

I know a couple bruddas are gonna be hurt whn they hear these lyrics

Fuck 'em, man can’t touch the flow, are you dumb, yeah just cos man I got brown

skin

Don’t think I step back when it comes to shelling a mic, I’m a problem,

spin it no long ting

Brown boys can’t do rap, brown boys can’t do grime, brown boys can’t do drill

I’m here to show you all the truth cah these raps here, they can get a man

wrapped

Man get gassed cah their sauce on spill, big man that won’t pay your bills

Said you really take that risk in the field, but man don’t gas, man keep it real

I can’t tell you ‘bout trapping, but I know what it’s like to be trapped in the

poverty

I told myself «I gotta make it for the family» cah I don’t wanna end up with a

average salary

You know the pattern G, man I got choices, hoes they wanna follow me

She wanna call me «one in a million» doesn’t bother me

I never let her mess with my head, she ain’t stopping me

And man are just doing up chatty, can’t lie man ain’t got time for no cattys,

and

All these tings, yeah they say that they love me, the only women I care about

are my Sis and my Mumzy

Everybody wanna come and be 67, I never had a wap cah my pen is my weapon

I don’t give a fuck ‘bout pendants, bend that tune like Beckham, and uhh

Dem man talk but I know that they’re bluffing, are you smoking something,

cos you’re

Chatting ‘bout your cousin, but I’m live in the flesh, can you tell me please,

what’s your brudda gonna do

I can get a crew rearranging, before you splash it on a chain, start saving

I kill these tracks and I score more points, you ain’t ever done dirt,

you ain’t scored no points on the pavements

No face, no case, you don’t worry lickle brudda, you ain’t gonna have a case

Cah I know you don’t, sell drugs, buss guns, flip packs, chit chat

Dem man are just coming on a badman ting cah they only ever ride for the

Snapchat vids

Said you’re a gunman, still got opps, so much P, still living on the block

Done crime, you shot drugs but so what, I know dons who do the same but don’t

feel the need to tell the world and show off

Man just snitch on themselves, you man are doughnuts

How many times have you said «Fam how many times» but you ain’t even buss that

stick, not one of dem times

Nah you ain’t even one of dem guys, tryna make it for Mum like a hundred times

Tun' up ya bludclart speaker, man’ll get smoked like Sativa

Call me 'The Destroyer' like Shiva, they’re only rich online with V-Bucks

Man‘ve got a buss down wrist, new shape car

All now still living in a council estate with your Mum, that’s mad

How you gonna get spun by a guy with a pen and a pad

Man know every single brand of garms, don’t know a single quote from the Quran

Dem man are just postcode warriors, they don’t move box like couriers, and I’m

Late night vamping, studio settings, anybody spitting get bun

Fam get round where, are you dumb

I can glide on any types of beats but they’re not close to me cah

Manaman are MC driller, no porkies like Digga, been tryna get the money in the

bank, but these

Negative bruddas, yeah they’re bringing me down

But wouldn’t ever have a clue that I’d be killing it now, so yo

If you find it offensive, can’t lie it was aimed at you and I say what I want,

beg a man try stop this

Megaman flow, yeah its oh so solid

And these hood girls got a way bigger body count than you fake bad boys,

chatting 44's in a 4 door, but we know that you never been about that

They wanna gas, I ain’t ever gonna low that

Said you’re on violence, mans not buying it, real OGs yeah they move in silence

And I gotta give credit where due cah bare dons I know they trap to be righteous

Man don’t care, nah mans not bothered, cah you could be a badboy there

Badboy where, I still couldn’t give 2 shits, any tempo yeah I’m taking the piss