/r/DrillandBop
Music and news from the Drill and Bop scene
Drill Music is a form of trap music that originated in Chicago. All drill music is exclusively gangster rap in subject matter. Chicago drill music talks about street life and gang life in Chicago.
Bop music is a form of pop rap music that is upbeat and designed to be dance-able especially to the bop style of dancing. Bop music is linked with drill because it arose from the same music areas, people and scenes.
This subreddit is for specifically Chicago drill & bop music and news/info.
Artists from outside of Chicago should be posted to the following subs:
Beats should be submitted to:
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r/Chiraqology (NEW)
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/r/Trapmuzik Drill Mixtapes:
Documentaries:
"Vice's Noisy Welcome to Chiraq Ep. 1"
"Fly Glory The Documentary Chapter 1: Chief Keef & Lil Jojo"
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/r/DrillandBop
NORSE PAGAN DRILL
Yeah, aye,
Baby, ion got no soul left behind.
Lil ho, you already know our life is blind.
Ain't no way we leaving a opp to strive.
Aye, I’m hanging with the choppers and the shooters tonight ,
We finna slide tonight, we ain’t leaving nun alive.
We spin blocks every night,
They said he Superman, then I’m his kryptonite.
I’ma send his ass to the sky,
After I do a quick genocide.
Yeah, baby, you know we finna slide,
Ain’t no way a opp left to strive.
Leave them stretched on the curbside,
I’m used to being outside, you know I’m Southside.
I’m like Odin’s spear, ion never miss,
See a bitch and her kids, and I let the Glock spit.
Left that bitch in a ditch,
You know when I slide, ain't no way a opp survive.
Ion know when I’ma die, but I’m not fated today,
I know that for sure.
When you leave a crib, you better not leave no wits alive,
Even if it’s her kids, you need to check another homicide.
And I know she a junky, so get a lick on her .
Take everything she got,
Don’t forget that 25 kilos she bought.
And don’t forget them trees too,
I wanna get high too.
She got some codeine too,
So let’s make lean too.
I’m like Odin’s spear, ion miss,
And unlike Mjölnir, im not worth.
And lil bitch, you know I keep it with me,
And I hit my opps in the kidney.
And u know ima keep it with me,
If I see a opp ima slide,
Ima send them to the sky,
But I know when I die, Valhalla gates finna open for me .
I know I’m not worthy, sending opps to the sky,
And you know they finna die,
And even if I keep it on me, ima hit them in the kidney.
But if u see them with their moma,
U better let them survive.
And when they lacking, don't send them to the sky,
Cuz that would make u unworthy.
It’s like popping pills till ur dead in the kidney,
now ima keep it with me hiting opps in the eye sending dem to the sky u know im finna slide might even pop out on a homocide we aint keeping it quiet we love shooting in the basement
secong song is less norse pagan and more drill
Grrt, baow!
Ayy, shorty blowin' up my line, talkin' 'bout a stain (what?)
She say she got a lick, I say, "Bet, where the lane?" (where?)
Mask up, slide through, put that burner to his brain (baow!)
Bro was flexin' five bands, like he won a game (nah)
Kids runnin' 'round, but I ain't feelin' no remorse (nah)
Caught his ass lackin', now his body on the floor (boom!)
Three shots, close range, made his blood pour (grrt)
His b*tch try to run, caught two to the core (baow, baow!)
Grab them racks, hit the gas, ain't no time to chill (skrrt!)
I'm out that door clean, ain't leavin' no feel (nah)
She bleedin’ out slow, bruh, that shit look ill (f*ck)
But I’m bout that money, I ain’t missin’ no meals (nah)
Hit the Acers real quick, pass out that bread (bread)
Police lights flash, but I ain't tryna see the feds (nah)
Opps on my line, so you know I gotta slide (what?)
Spin the block, opps duckin', you know they gon' hide (skrrt)
Spin again, 30 clips, we don’t waste time (nah)
72 shots, ain't no way they survive (nah)
Mamas cryin', they gon' see their sons on T’s (T's)
You know how we be ain’t no peace, it's R.I.P. (gang)
Real talk, homie, I been thinkin' 'bout a hit (what?)
Homicide on my mind, I been geeked off a sip (lean)
Catch an opp slippin', best believe I won't miss (nah)
Headshot, close range, body do a lil’ flip (grrah!)
72-shot Glock, leave ‘em stretched on the block (block)
He was talkin' hot, now his body cold, got popped (boom!)
F*ck around, spin again, got the whole street shocked (what?)
Now his homies cryin', whole squad gettin’ dropped
And his b*tch gave the drop, but she playin' her part (she good)
Ain’t no backdoor here, she know I tote from the start (nah)
But I’m still in the whip, sippin’ lean, hittin’ park (sip)
Gotta keep it movin', ‘cause the streets leave a mark (grrt)
Hit the Acers real quick, pass out that bread (bread)
Police lights flash, but I ain't tryna see the feds (nah)
Opps on my line, so you know I gotta slide (what?)
Spin the block, opps duckin', you know they gon' hide (skrrt)
Spin again, 30 clips, we don’t waste time (nah)
72 shots, ain't no way they survive (nah)
Mamas cryin', they gon' see their sons on T’s (T's)
You know how we rock, ain’t no peace, it's R.I.P.
Baow, baow, baow, you know we on that
We spinnin’ till the whole block gone flat
Grrt, baow!
Some of the redditers thinks they knows better about the real Gds than actual Members and even Founders.
Stop spreadin fake stories about the Gs.
Tune in
For those who saying Insane Gangsters started off as a regenade set and Don Smokey was against Larry Hoover are completely wrong.
Co Chairman Ike Taylor confirmed that Don Smokey and the real Insanes were always part of the GDN.
" We are Insane about the G thing" - Don Smokey