Think I Was A Drummer

Faster than a
Yeah
Faster than a pitcher
Sweet just like her liquor
Sweet I might just lick her
She say that's my sister
Open it's a breach
Cut up she a freak
Ride round in a Jeep
Break me off a lil piece
On my arm like it's a sleeve
That bitch be so faithful
That my bitch said fuck a label
Beat her guts all on the table
Whenever I'm hungry she don't even ask
Roll up while she cooking yeah she keep classy
Yeah
Spicy but she keep it sassy
Automatic
Cruising 60 with a baddie
Do gymnastics
Yeah I like it baby how her back bend
Don't hang around me if I'm label as ya black friend
Nah nah nah

Most of all my haters
They gone label me a monster
Go ahead lil baby you believe em if you wanna
I wanna see what you gonna do so what you gonna
The way I beat that thing she gone think I was a drummer
Yeah
A drummer yeah
A drummer yeah
Think I was a drummer yeah
Drummer yeah
A drummer yeah
A drummer yeah
Think I was a drummer yeah

Lately I've been fiending for the lowlights
Fuck with me, I'm finally in my zone right now
That was the old price
Hanging out the window, it's a long way down
Shhhh
Already jaded this way and put your walls up
Moved out of state, cut your hair and now it's over
Back on the scene with my niggas in California
Po'd up (On God)
It go down (Fucking on you)
To kill the time (Fuck)
And slow down (Run it up)
Niggas popping now (Bitch)
Cut the check (Cut the check)
I'm the goat (I'm the goat)
And nigga now that I'm the fucking one, I know

Most of all my haters
They gone label me a monster
Go ahead lil baby you believe em if you wanna
I wanna see what you gonna do so what you gonna
The way I beat that thing she gone think I was a drummer
Yeah
A drummer yeah
A drummer yeah
Think I was a drummer yeah
Drummer yeah
A drummer yeah
A drummer yeah
Think I was a drummer yeah
Think I was a drummer
I know you wanna



Credits
Writer(s): Shawndale Piña
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