Veeze - Not a Drill Lyrics

This is not a fire drill, nigga (yeah)
This is not a fire drill, nigga, this the real thing (aw man)
Gang, gang, yeah (f*ck that)

F*ck that bitch at nighttime, daytime she won't see me (she won't see me)
Actin' like a asshole, pocket holdin' fifty
Pull up with a Mickey Mouse clip, this ain't Disney (this ain't Disney)
Spin that bend and face shot a nigga, steal identity (face his ass)
Put a brick of dog food on you, can you flip it? (Can you? Shh)
Sippin' lean like Paul Wall, I might just put a grill in (yeah)
Boy, go get yo pompoms, chillin' with the bitches (chillin' with the bitches)
You know me, pull a Pluto move, take white Scotty Pippen
This cup full of all red, like it beef with crippin' (like it beef with crippin')
I damn near got head from every bad bitch in the city (keep that)
Doggy in a 360 deal pullin' gimmicks (swear to God)
"What's that floatin' in your cup?" mind your business (shh, f*ck you at?)
I'm on Sportscenter, Rodeo pool the killings
I spent a band on drank before I ate, I need an ass whippin'
My closet like a f*ckin' clothing store, I need a cash register
Damn, I feel abused, these bitches pullin' on my belt buckle (bitches pullin' on me)
Nigga you need help with some'? Nigga pump the gas or some' (nigga pump the gas)
Order 10K ones on that bum, put confetti on 'em
Catch a nigga slip, swift (brrt) spaghetti on 'em (yeah)
I gotta keep my double cup so I won't go to hell alone (won't go to hell alone)
This is not no fire drill, nigga, I got fire on me (nigga, I got fire on me)
Les just walked in, that's my twin, Balenciaga on me (that my twin, Balenciaga on me)
Niggas talkin' bout killin' on the net, he bet' not tattle on me (bet' not snitch on me)
Wouldn't believe this hoodie fifteen hunnid without no logo on it (yeah)
Boy, we finna spank lil' homie, bitches tattin', "Ganger" on 'em
I ain't never hate before, dog so broke, I'm prayin' for him (dog so broke, I'm prayin' for him)
She up naked waitin' for me, got the trenches bangin' on me
When I hit the bank, they know me, I feel I'm they favorite cousin (I feel I'm they favorite cousin)

This is not a fire drill, nigga (you better know that, yeah)
This is not a fire drill, nigga, this the real thing
Gang (on my mama)
Yeah

A eight in one pop, and we drink like it's normal (drink like it's normal)
I f*cked, but I seen her with her man, played it cordial
Put him in a U-I-P, unimportant person
My jeans patched with zebra stripes, tigers and some horse skin
I don't got no barber, these hoes say I'm adorable (yeah)
Paid in full like Harlem, drive Benz's while we swervin'
Bet when we get on him, he won't make it to surgery
Blicky down, keep goin', I'm from what's poppin', Kerm-y? (What's poppin', Kermy?)
Bougie bitch online said she want to fluffy puff (she wanna fluffy puff)
Me, I got a pint on Amazon searchin' slush machine (what, what?)
She got on Bottega purse and fit, it look like bamboo leaf (it look like bamboo leaf)
You know I'm a double cuppin' king, call me your majesty (call me your majesty)
She say I'm the man in her dreams, I'm her fantasy (I'm her-)
You know you ain't findin' none of this shit, boy stop askin' 'bout it (boy, stop askin' me)
You might catch lil' bro ballin', shit, he Bryce Maximus (he Bryce Maixmus)
Thought you was gon' be my valentine, better luck next year (better luck next year)
Watch me pour this red in this big blue, watch me set trip (watch me set trip)
Why she only good for head and cookin', why she Matilda?
Watch me drive the foreign with my kneecap, roll the wood up (yeah)
'Fore they close the casket, fix my fingers, throw the hood up
Oh my, oh my goodness you took my swag to woodwork
I gotta keep that wood tucked, that boy my only good luck
Damn, where all the love go? I'm feelin' like Snoop and Suge 'nem
All this shit here personal use, they actin' like its a drug bust (damn)
"Veeze a f*ckin' hoodlum, no way no kid look up to him" (no kid look up to him)
Came up out the slums, but next house gon' have a butler
Know you heard lil' cuz 'nem, they swingin' shit like num-chuks
Three hoes on me at once, this shit like Alvin the Chimpmunk (Alvin the Chimpmunk)
Right now it's six lines on my abs, I ain't do sit-ups
Say thanks to my guys, all y'all niggas who want to hit Trent up (yeah)
Tired of niggas stealin' stuff, tell 'em where you got it from
I need something for Fathers Day, I need roses by the dozen
I am not in competition, nigga, I'll blow your budget
I'm the f*cking seed of Kobe Bryant, you Demar Derozan

This is not a fire drill, nigga (I swear to God)
On my motherf*ckin' grandma
This is not a fire drill, nigga this the real thing

I just came here to let y'all know that Veeze is my favorite rapper
The best rapper in the f*cking world, ya digg? K?