Talking Drum! (feat. ghostsensei)
What's yo pistol sayin pussy, i got a talking drum
If you die tonight i hope that shit dont touch your mum
A before the BJ if she askin where i'm from
Superfast the whip, i'm crashing if she get me drunk
What's yo pistol sayin pussy, i got a talking drum
If you die tonight i hope that shit dont touch your mum
A before the BJ if she askin where i'm from
Superfast the whip, i'm crashing if she get me drunk
Not that horror music movie issa scary drum
It's a lil situation, imma bring the pump
I was off the perk and xan, on the floor i thump
Catching shawties, catching bodies, tha tha thu tha thum!
Yeah yung fela kuti in the fuckin cut
Yeah same nigga shoving dick in ur slut yeah
Heard that shit you were talking not amused uh
Kinda funny you didn't think i'd hear the news uh
All these niggas getting friendly like they bitches
You wish you were dead, I'm a genie i grant wishes huh
Off the top, off the shrooms, where i get vicious uh
You know it's good for your health
So mind your business huh
On my wunna shit, got time for no gimmicks son
Pussy nigga pussy boys you some critics uh
Y'all really just a bunch of akademiks sons
I ain't worried if i want it imma go get it huh
I ain't scared to die boy this body rented uh
When i die i want my coffin fuckin tinted uh
Even tho i'm all for the violence bring no guns
Where the blades? where the knives? we just having fun
When you see me outside i'm always on my ones
Never with the drama yeah im just bout my funds
What's your pistol saying, nigga I got a talking drum
Write my gun up on your list, just cause we making noise
What's your pistol saying, nigga I got a talking drum
And I spray my greens, just like I'm mowing lawns
You know we don't follow rules, that's why we breaking laws
Got me dining with my demons, the shit I do for love
Fuck!
And we standing out the sun
And these niggas begging, they was feeding me crumbs
And I copped her panties cause these niggas bums
Only way is up that's why I kiss my thumb
(Muah!)
And she really wanna fuck
For real
Shawty she don't scream cause all she do is hum
And I got your Bronzed out baby, she look just like rum
And my chopper like to drum, I let him stand and talk
(I let him talk)
If you die tonight i hope that shit dont touch your mum
A before the BJ if she askin where i'm from
Superfast the whip, i'm crashing if she get me drunk
What's yo pistol sayin pussy, i got a talking drum
If you die tonight i hope that shit dont touch your mum
A before the BJ if she askin where i'm from
Superfast the whip, i'm crashing if she get me drunk
Not that horror music movie issa scary drum
It's a lil situation, imma bring the pump
I was off the perk and xan, on the floor i thump
Catching shawties, catching bodies, tha tha thu tha thum!
Yeah yung fela kuti in the fuckin cut
Yeah same nigga shoving dick in ur slut yeah
Heard that shit you were talking not amused uh
Kinda funny you didn't think i'd hear the news uh
All these niggas getting friendly like they bitches
You wish you were dead, I'm a genie i grant wishes huh
Off the top, off the shrooms, where i get vicious uh
You know it's good for your health
So mind your business huh
On my wunna shit, got time for no gimmicks son
Pussy nigga pussy boys you some critics uh
Y'all really just a bunch of akademiks sons
I ain't worried if i want it imma go get it huh
I ain't scared to die boy this body rented uh
When i die i want my coffin fuckin tinted uh
Even tho i'm all for the violence bring no guns
Where the blades? where the knives? we just having fun
When you see me outside i'm always on my ones
Never with the drama yeah im just bout my funds
What's your pistol saying, nigga I got a talking drum
Write my gun up on your list, just cause we making noise
What's your pistol saying, nigga I got a talking drum
And I spray my greens, just like I'm mowing lawns
You know we don't follow rules, that's why we breaking laws
Got me dining with my demons, the shit I do for love
Fuck!
And we standing out the sun
And these niggas begging, they was feeding me crumbs
And I copped her panties cause these niggas bums
Only way is up that's why I kiss my thumb
(Muah!)
And she really wanna fuck
For real
Shawty she don't scream cause all she do is hum
And I got your Bronzed out baby, she look just like rum
And my chopper like to drum, I let him stand and talk
(I let him talk)
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Writer(s): Ak Almighty
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