BBL Drizzy Freestyle Lyrics – Knox Hill

Read the full BBL Drizzy Freestyle lyrics by Knox Hill along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Knox Hill’s music, you can also explore Not Like Us and Fentanyl, two other songs by Knox Hill.

[Intro]
Uh-oh
Ayy, shoutout my Brazilians, man
We all need a lift on this
You know I don’t speak the language
Pero en Español, soy un problema
Dale los Latinos
Manos arriba pa esto
Vamos
Knox Hill
I got this
[Verse]
Ayy Drizzy, I’m PG, white kid from the county, count it
They talking ’bout sticks, Canadian mounties
Talking ’bout clicks, it may be accounting
Only thing you shift is surroundings
Look at me, look at me, largo, you can count it
Barcodes on my counters
Marlboro, you want smoke? Get a pound in
Unpack it, quit comparing me to these rappers
Better watch how you step, son, the family matters
Quit irking me, Family Matters
Come clique with the nerds, I get at ’em
It’s apples and oranges and flowers
You snakes never mattered, I’m flattered
The fact is you even think we are at odds
They clicking for heels, the Wizard of Oz
They playing the field, I’m Phil with the guards
On this mic like I’m Kobe, y’all fishing, just dish it
Y’all Pippens just dribble like infants
I do it, I swish it, I’m Nike with vision
Move right on pianos, I’m high-key, I’m gifted
They mad, McCann, I might be the one that they missing (Look it up)
They wanna trade for me, they tell me to switch in
I kill it for dough, they know the flow thumper
How they gon’ shoot? Oh shoot, it’s 22s

They ain’t got no jumpers, these old comers
They don’t want heat, man, it’s ’bout to be a cold summer
But shoutout the G.O.A.T.’s, I’m raising a toast
I’m burning the bread, and I may get a ghost, like hold up
Call Quentin Miller, caught up, been the stealer
No dodging them shots, my car’s parked in your spot
Go shoot at me from that garage, thinking I care?
Thinking I’m there, thinking I’ll steer
With no action, boy, quit the acting
Come shoot direct, like you the threat
On the YouTube, like who’s who, address
I’m sick of opinions of who I should diss
They shooting at me, but they move to a script
What you gon’ pull? You pulling for clicks
Ain’t pushing no T’s, you ain’t moving no clips
Be careful, I know where to dig
Muddy the water, these leeches will cut us, you not like us
Don’t tell me ’bout Vlad, I know he a sucker
I’m raising the stakes, I’m waiting for sun up
Quit moving your fingers, the Ringer, I’m one-up, the come up, I’m coming
Quit ducking, I’m hunting this summer
My blood up, get running, greed is a coal for the soul
You can earn dirty, and burn for the toll
What is the road, and what is the outcome?
Say you got drive, what is the value?
Whip like your verse, depreciate worth
They wanting a battle, heard it was beef
You one of the cattle, tale him the tattle, wait

[Outro]
Knox Hill
I mean, the lines speak for themselves, right?
I don’t gotta tell you who one of the best is
Chaos Theory 2, it’s coming