Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drilly Rucksack , by - Ocean Wisdom. Release date: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drilly Rucksack |
| Uh-oh, just robbed like four 'n a bit |
| My niggas walk with a stick, police just caught him with it |
| Uh-oh, I ain’t goin' on tour for a bit |
| My breath got short for a sec, hope I ain’t caught none of this |
| Uh-oh, just made a milly off rap |
| All of my city love that, I had to gi' the love back |
| Uh-oh, trust me, I’ve seen a lot, aight |
| You can’t touch that bag there, that there’s the drilly rucksack |
| Uh-oh, just robbed like four 'n a bit |
| My niggas walk with a stick, police just caught him with it |
| Uh-oh, I ain’t goin' on tour for a bit |
| My breath got short for a sec, hope I ain’t caught none of this |
| Uh-oh, just made a milly off rap |
| All of my city love that, I had to gi' the love back |
| Uh-oh, trust me, I’ve seen a lot, aight |
| You can’t touch that bag there, that there’s the drilly rucksack |
| Drilly rucksack, run to my bredrins |
| For WD-40, for weapons |
| Lets get 'em, lets get 'em |
| Threatening things, why don’t you get them |
| When he turned to fetch 'n finesse him |
| Hula hoop holes in his body |
| In the lobby |
| Hula hoop holes in his body |
| No need to worry |
| I put some holes in his body |
| Especially if he’s a tory |
| Babe, if he’s a tory |
| And selfish with his money |
| I’ll be there with the army |
| Shanking his tummy |
| For oppressing my pappy |
| And degrading my mummy |
| All of the mumzys |
| With dads that were cunty |
| That now run the country |
| Lend me your earlobes |
| Darlin' don’t have no fear no |
| When I strike him down I’m not your hero |
| It’s just an obligation |
| I done preceded my reputation |
| Undefeated against the pagan |
| I’m beginning to run away with it, would you not agree |
| Uh, Yeah |
| I’m feeling about my age but true |
| My skrilla is twice my age so true |
| I’m living the life, today, til '93 |
| Ey, ey |
| I’m still talking pussy, interrupt me |
| You gon find out how it feels to lose your teeth |
| Ey ey |
| In the ride with some niggas looking at me like |
| You way too papered up to be on beef |
| Ey ey |
| I remember when them chatty patties back then thought they had it figured out |
| before defeat |
| Ey ey |
| Now them niggas wantin' hands out |
| But I can only give a hand out to |
| The team developing, team development |
| Even couple of neeky breddas |
| That weren’t with us on the streets or anythin ' |
| But their hearts were keen, we let 'em in |
| Evidence in the redeem then sin again |
| Benevolence to defeat my enemies |
| I really don’t wanna speak to enemies |
| I want a woman, the weed, the Hennessey |
| I’m undercover with lovers |
| We loving each other |
| She covered in bubbles |
| She tuggin' |
| And she wanna suck my dick |
| Then kiss my upper lip |
| I am not Ronald |
| And I am not lovin' it |
| I’m not the one or the guy to apply to the government |
| Imagine me runnin' and kickin' her stomach in |
| Now that’s for all of my people you worrying |
| Still it don’t bother them |
| Don’t know what’s wrong with them |
| What’s wrong with them? |
| Nuttin' wrong with us |
| And we’re beginning to run away with it |
| Would you not agree? |
| Uh, Yeah |
| I’m feeling about my age but true |
| My skrilla is twice my age so true |
| I’m living the life, today, til '93 |
| Drilly rucksack, run to my bredrins |
| For WD-40, for weapons |
| Lets get 'em, lets get 'em |
| Threatening things, why don’t you get them |
| When he turned to fetch 'n finesse him |
| Hula hoop holes in his body |
| In the lobby |
| Hula hoop holes in his body |
| No need to worry |
| I put some holes in his body |
| Especially if he’s a tory |
| Uh-oh, just robbed like four 'n a bit |
| My niggas walk with a stick, police just caught him with it |
| Uh-oh, I ain’t goin' on tour for a bit |
| My breath got short for a sec, hope I ain’t caught none of this |
| Uh-oh, just made a milly off rap |
| All of my city love that, I had to gi' the love back |
| Uh-oh, trust me, I’ve seen a lot, aight |
| You can’t touch that bag there, that there’s the drilly rucksack |
| Uh-oh, just robbed like four 'n a bit |
| My niggas walk with a stick, police just caught him with it |
| Uh-oh, I ain’t goin' on tour for a bit |
| My breath got short for a sec, hope I ain’t caught none of this |
| Uh-oh, just made a milly off rap |
| All of my city love that, I had to gi' the love back |
| Uh-oh, trust me, I’ve seen a lot, aight |
| You can’t touch that bag there, that there’s the drilly rucksack |