Meekz & Central Cee – Don’t Like Drill Lyrics

“Don’t Like Drill” is the fourth cut from Meekz’s debut mixtape and features prominent West London rapper Central Cee. On a hard hitting and snapping Drill-esque beat, which is very ironic, Meekz and Cench speak on topics such as their previous street ventures, positions in the UK rap game and the art of selling drugs.

This track was teased in May 2022 when they were both seen in the studio together. The two have been seen on social media endorsing eachother previously.

Don’t Like Drill Lyrics
[Chorus: Meekz]
I don’t like drill much, but I’ll real life catch me a body (Argh)
I do tracks for a hobby
I push packs of the Bobby
Put my plaques on a lorry
Cah most of these so called drillers are soggy
I need more for me, I’m not sorry
Bad B said that she’s riding for me, Clyde and Bonnie
She’s seen the diamonds on me
Said, “Slow down”, I move too fast like the sirens on me
If I lived in London, I think that I’d have the Trident on me
It’s all timing for me
I did my time, why they on me?
Lead for an undie
‘Cah I just wanna give bread to my mumsy
I can’t rest time ’til l’m comfy
(What did you say?)
I’m sick of these zombiеs
[Verse 1: Meekz]
Now my life’s comfy, put the bill in the rеstaurant on me
I just give them what they want from me
What’cha want from me?
Consistency, constantly
Play a song for me
It’s not long for me
My fans like feinds ‘cah they’re onto me
Do you wanna look bad for the ‘Gram, or do you want money?
I’m not guilty, so lucky
You ever been nicked stupidly and bust case luckily
I don’t what’s up with me
You can’t really say that he grown up with me if he didn’t go cunch with me
Sold drugs for me
Would you hold guns for me?
Loc up with me
How you gonna smoke up with me?
Post up with me and post a piccy (Argh)
If you’re not really rolling with me I’m in the studio going silly
Bro’s them with me, like the phones not going silly
Love for my hitters in Brum ‘cah I stepped on my own in briny (Voila)
Preston city, but that jail there’s all cold and shitty (Freezin’)
Hindley robbed me for prop and said it got lost and didn’t post it to me (Dickheads)
You must be joking with me
Now I ain’t got shit, I need O’s in Clingy
Get my man to throw this thingy
Hope that it lands and the whole of the wings all hoping with me (Wishing)
I’m in jail the phone’s broken
But apparently, I’m cheating, ’cause she ain’t spoken to me
Come off my phone, I’m fuckery (Get the fuck off my phone chatting shit)

[Chorus: Meekz]
I don’t like drill much, but I’ll real life catch me a body (Argh)
I do tracks for a hobby
I push packs of the Bobby
Put my plaques on a lorry
‘Cah most of these so called drillers are soggy
I need more for me, I’m not sorry
Bad B said that she’s riding for me, Clyde and Bonnie
She’s seen the diamonds on me
Said, “Slow down”, I move too fast like the sirens on me
If I lived in London, I think that I’d have the Trident on me
It’s all timing for me
I did my time, why they on me?
Lead for an undie
‘Cah I just wanna give bread to my mumsy
I can’t rest time ’til l’m comfy
(What did you say?)

[Verse 2: Central Cee]
They supported my ting on the come up
Why they hating my ting now I came up?
Back when I didn’t have a whip, took train up
Broke and I couldn’t get sleep, I stayed up
Go get a shape up with my Day-Date on
Ain’t got my chain tucked
Ws up like Wu-Tang, Raekwon
Bando spot, hotbox, no aircon
OT country spots, bare grey dons
Festival crowd got the same demographic
Still in the trap, that’s the way I look at it
Step on a box, it’s no crate challenge
The opps make tunes, but they just ain’t bangin’
Spare him a moment, my darg ain’t plannin’
Good afternoon, that’s a broad day blammin’
White ting all in the spa, fake tannin’
Two feet ride on my dick, great balance
Please and thank you, remember your manners
Go uptown, gotta show gratitude
Ninety for the show but it ain’t nothin’ new
Man knew that I’II blow since from I went school
This social media shit ain’t cool
Man are actin’ bad, tryna go viral
I got no role model, got no idol
I get bare eyeballs when I rock my jewels
I’m on Rightmove tryna find me a crib with a pool
Bad boy
Man, I can’t stick the rules
Wanna do me like Mitch ‘cah l’m paid in full
Online shop, too bait for the mall
I gotta step out the room when I’m makin’ a call
It’s big business, nah, it ain’t nothin’ small
I don’t game, but I might play 8 Ball Pool (Huh)
[Chorus: Meekz]
I don’t like drill much, but I’ll real life catch me a body (Argh)
I do tracks for a hobby
I push packs of the Bobby
Put my plaques on a lorry
‘Cah most of these so called drillers are soggy
I need more for me, I’m not sorry
Bad B said that she’s riding for me, Clyde and Bonnie
She’s seen the diamonds on me
Said, “Slow down”, I move too fast like the sirens on me
If I lived in London, I think that I’d have the Trident on me
It’s all timing for me
I did my time, why they on me?
Lead for an undie
‘Cah I just wanna give bread to my mumsy
I can’t rest time ’til l’m comfy
(What did you say?)
I’m sick of these zombies