Drazone - Bewafa drill (freestyle)

Rapping this lit while I flame up my bars
I live or I die and you'll still see a star
Wise when I preach with no rum no cigar
I'm over the moon so I'm heading to Mars

Her hips don't lie, belly dance with a crop top
My life's clocked up, cop a stop watch
No lie, you'll die with your throat robbed off
It's top dawg shit, fill your pock with a cough drop

Don't cough no drop but I spit my thoughts on the mic that's gold no copper
Write my lines, they snot white lines so I'm keeping it neat like it's proper
5 months been a ghost boy, Top boy on the way, pose my hands on the collar
That's a Hrithik vibe so I win it while I bang bang all night, someone stop her

She's outta control
She ready to go down south on my pole
It's cunny, it's funny, it's sticky like honey
It's cold but it's sunny so runny my flow

Had plenty of low's
So Drazy arose
And I keep on drilling
Till I'm billing like Pro's, winning like Pro's
Yo
Skrrt skrrt playing forza
My babe dilbar jaise Nora
Zero figure but I crave 8 figure, now she ate me for dinner so we fly out to bora bora

Yo T's with a cross
My eye's see the dots
So I lit up the wick when I predict the stick
And no flicking no candles, pocket no loss

So Profit that's sauce and you know that's a mazza
Yeah Butter it up, fat stack keep my bread up
Yeah VIP service, boy came with a purpose and took the whole staircase so all he could do was just step up

New old P's
Same old G's be my broski's
Fame on the rise, no lease no fees
Yeah Popstar tings, next stop be Greece

Rapping this lit while I flame up my bars
I live or I die and you'll still see a star
Wise when I preach with no rum no cigar
I'm over the moon so I'm heading to Mars

Her hips don't lie, belly dance with a crop top
My life's clocked up, cop a stop watch
No lie, you'll die with your throat robbed off
It's top dawg shit, fill your pock with a cough drop


Rapping this lit while I flame up my bars
I live or I die and you'll still see a star
Wise when I preach with no rum no cigar
I'm over the moon so I'm heading to Mars

Her hips don't lie, belly dance with a crop top
My life's clocked up, cop a stop watch
No lie, you'll die with your throat robbed off
It's top dawg shit, fill your pock with a cough drop

It's crazy yo, lovin' the vibe, it's brazy yo
Suttin about this tune, it's wavy
AMD x LDN, daily
AMD x LDN, Drazy
Suttin about you so damn sexy, click and clack, no this and that, no dissin' nah, let's chill baby

Yo Spit on the beat like this, no 19
Flick on the wrist, no time, I'm grinding
Tock gonna tick, this verse be firing
Blocks I'mma build with bricks, inspiring

Up and I'm up, gonna top this whole thing
Workin' it out, man's brain got the swole ting
Trippin' it out, yo boy's on the go green
Love for y'all, keep supporting

I'm boarding, jet's on the no like calm it down
Holding the flu while I'm holding the juice, now we link in the park, we burn it down
Won't turn it down, bangers be on their way don't count
Few more tunes and I'll make my sound
Yo Few more tunes when I sit on the lounge

Yo chill for a bit
Let man drill for a bit
Too much blue on the drip yo
Soon move blue on the tick

So Zoom, no man's on the skype
Zoom out, yo man's on the rise
Zoom in, flow changed for a while
Provin', that I'm versatile

Yeah My percentile, going up the mile,
Gotta a shady smile plus I pump my style,
My fam and my G's, yeah I've made them proud
Put me on the stage cuz I'll shake the crowd
Not gonna lie, when I come to this
And I'm not gonna lie, never prayed for this
And I'm not gonna lie, wasn't born for this
But 1, 2, 3, Go

Rapping this lit while I flame up my bars
I live or I die and you'll still see a star
Wise when I preach with no rum no cigar
I'm over the moon so I'm heading to Mars

Her hips don't lie, belly dance with a crop top
My life's clocked up, cop a stop watch
No lie, you'll die with your throat robbed off
It's top dawg shit, fill your pock with a cough drop

Writers: Drazone , Dev Halai

Lyrics © DistroKid

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