TEACH ME HOW TO DRILL Lyrics – Lil Mabu x Fivio Foreign

TEACH ME HOW TO DRILL Lyrics

Yeah, nigga

We gon’ pop out, we gon’ go to the hood
You see a nigga, you shoot a nigga
Watch out for the cameras, watch
Out for the police, nigga
And don’t tell nobody what you do
When you do it, finish what you’re doing
Nigga grrt, baow
It’s a movie, viral, baow, yeah

Pull up, let me show you ’round this place
See ’em little n#ggas on that gate?
(Right there)
Yeah, should I punch him in his face?
Chill, lil’ bro, you gotta wait
Then he better look the other way, huh
‘fore I put him on a chase
Damn, this lil’ white boy laced
He ’bout to make us catch another case
You don’t wanna be in no jailhouse
You don’t wanna be with no jakes
Watch what I do, listen what I say
Copy my moves, follow my pace
Gotta take notes what’s around you
So you never make mistakes
My fault, Fivi’, I’m new to this place
Yeah, huh, yeah

Baby, welcome to the hood
If you with us, you good
Yeah, Stichy, huh, woo’d up
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain’t shootin’ no schools up
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?
(Baow, grrah)

Teach me how to drill
Let me flock, grab the wheel
I see the opps, nigga, chill, baow
Don’t let ’em know we on his heels, baow
Fuck, huh, did I fuck it up?
Nah, you good Mabu, just keep it hush, shh
Let me pop this Perc’ so I can focus up
Bring a demon outside with me at night, baow
They gon’ know who did it when the face white
Yo, Fivi’, pass me the trigger
White boy, but you my nigga (My nigga)
Yo, Mabu, lift ’em
If you play with his pops, you a victim
I walk in any hood, I’m good, huh
‘Cause, I’m with the dogs that’ll stick ’em

Baby, welcome to the hood
If you with us, you good
Yeah, Stichy, huh, woo’d up
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain’t shootin’ no schools up
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor (I do)
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter? Grrah

He looked like a single
But white boy get up on ’em
He can’t say the word, I’ma say it for him
You not the biggest, I’m bigger
You just a broke lil’ nigga
And I’m young and I’m richer, huh
Five bands on a fit, hah
Five bands on a fit, but your
Pillow looking like a tea bag, nigga?
(Huh) see that nigga by the gate? yeah
That’s my rich homie, Drake
Oh shit, almost shot him by mistake (What?)
Ayo, bro, you need a break
It gets spooky when it’s late, huh
Just keep a Glock, fuck the mace
Haha, yo, Fivi’, you really my, chill
That’s a word you can’t say

Oh, shit

Baby, welcome to the hood (Hood)
If you with us, you good (You good)
Yeah, Stichy
(Stichy) huh, woo’d up (Woo’d up)
Backpack full of rulers
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh (I do)
And no, I ain’t shootin’ no schools up
(He not)
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor (I do)
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?
(Grrt, baow)

Uh, uh, slide through (Slide through, uh)
Don’t let the opps find you (Stop, uh)
Keep your eyes behind you, skrrt
Get a chop ’bout you, skrrt
Just know, they try me if they try you, baow
And the whole gang will stand beside you
(No cap)
Right or wrong, it’s a lifestyle, lifestyle

Baby, welcome to the hood (Hood)
If you with us, you good (You good)
Yeah, Stichy, huh, woo’d up
Backpack full of rulers, baow
Yeah, I got a white shooter, huh
And no, I ain’t shootin’ no schools up
(He not)
Yeah, I feel like the drill tutor (I do)
Wait, can I do a hit on a scooter?
(Baow, baow)

Huh, you know what’s going on, nigga
After that drill, you come home
You eat that meal
Throw that gun away, take the gloves off
And don’t bring ’em back to home, nigga
And don’t tell nobody you went on a drill
Nigga and don’t tell nobody who taught you
How to go on a drill, nigga
Grraow! Organized Crime (YGA, YGA)
You did that, huh?
Felt like I brought my Italian roots back
Yeah, mob shit grrt baow!
Shoutout my YGA n#ggas, it’s Fivio Foreign
800 Foreign Side to YGA, nigga
Fivio Foreign, Mabu, nigga (YGA, YGA)
Haha ha (YGA, YGA)