Official Finesse - Antagonist Drill Lyrics

Glock finna aim at ribs
I feel like flock don't run don't trip
We hit that boy with a smith
556 make that nigga snitch
Yeah bitch I'm back in that mode
Fuck all these niggas I swear they be hoes
That XD hit a nigga in his dome
23 shots send that nigga home
I'm finna give that boy 10
AMG I'm finna hop in that benz
Don't fuck with 10 bitch I feel like I'm Ben
Can't fuck with these Niggas I don't need no friends (Glah)
I swear these Niggas be tweaking
I got yo shawty bugging on the weekend
I swear these niggas be even
We catch that nigga in the v creepin
We catch that boy in the whip
I see that boy do the dash then he split
I swear these niggas be sick
Load up the piece and I swear I just caught me a lick
We catch that boy out the zip
We Make that boy cha can he finna split
Blue #RR I ain't talking no crip
He talking wock but I swear he don't sip
I catch that boy at the light
That nigga really pleading for his life
He don't want static he don't wanna fight
This a gold medal ain't talking no kyte
Yo hoe on my dick and she getting me right
This bitch on my dick feening for a like
That nigga really a rat
Can't fuck with Niggas I swear they be cap
Thinking I'm pussy but I cannot lack
Yo brother dead and you still ain't get back
Bitch you know I'm getting better man
Walk in the store and I cop me some vetemens
These niggas 30 and hating on me like it's Half of these niggas I swear that I'm better than
762 make him back up
He run track I told that boy catch up
I feel like pasto nigga better catch up
That choppa gon cook a nigga like some ketchup
Bitch I'm the one
I cannot fuck with these bitches they dumb
He talking shit but I swear he a bum
I need them racks in my hand I need sum
Glock finna aim at ribs
I feel like flock don't run don't trip
We hit that boy with a smith
556 make that nigga snitch
Yeah bitch I'm back in that mode
Fuck all these niggas I swear they be hoes
That XD hit a nigga in his dome
23 shots send that nigga home

Glock finna aim at ribs
I feel like flock don't run don't trip
We hit that boy with a smith
556 make that nigga snitch
Yeah bitch I'm back in that mode
Fuck all these niggas I swear they be hoes
That XD hit a nigga in his dome
23 shots send that nigga home
I'm finna give that boy 10
AMG I'm finna hop in that benz
Don't fuck with 10 bitch I feel like I'm Ben
Can't fuck with these Niggas I don't need no friends (Glah)
I swear these Niggas be tweaking
I got yo shawty bugging on the weekend
I swear these niggas be even
We catch that nigga in the v creepin
We catch that boy in the whip
I see that boy do the dash then he split
I swear these niggas be sick
Load up the piece and I swear I just caught me a lick
We catch that boy out the zip
We Make that boy cha can he finna split
Blue #RR I ain't talking no crip
He talking wock but I swear he don't sip
I catch that boy at the light
That nigga really pleading for his life
He don't want static he don't wanna fight
This a gold medal ain't talking no kyte
Yo hoe on my dick and she getting me right
This bitch on my dick feening for a like
That nigga really a rat
Can't fuck with Niggas I swear they be cap
Thinking I'm pussy but I cannot lack
Yo brother dead and you still ain't get back
Bitch you know I'm getting better man
Walk in the store and I cop me some vetemens
These niggas 30 and hating on me like it's Half of these niggas I swear that I'm better than
762 make him back up
He run track I told that boy catch up
I feel like pasto nigga better catch up
That choppa gon cook a nigga like some ketchup
Bitch I'm the one
I cannot fuck with these bitches they dumb
He talking shit but I swear he a bum
I need them racks in my hand I need sum
Glock finna aim at ribs
I feel like flock don't run don't trip
We hit that boy with a smith
556 make that nigga snitch
Yeah bitch I'm back in that mode
Fuck all these niggas I swear they be hoes
That XD hit a nigga in his dome
23 shots send that nigga home