Drum Roll

My right hand dangerous,
I shoot it like Steph,
Giveaway gang,
We handing out death,
Ain't much to say,
Boy I said what I said,
If he don't play it right,
Then that boy getting left,
Stepped on,
Crunched on,
Stomped on,
Ain't that the boy made the one song,
Now look,
He shaking like something wrong,
My niggas blow like a trombone,
That nigga shaking,
Like he got a seizure incoming,
Dragon,
That nigga got heat in his stomach,
Flashing,
A nigga gone see when we coming,
Spazzing,
A young nigga speaking about something,
AR got him like "Uh-oh",
Making it harder to breathe
When it touch him,
Can the 50 round drum
Get a drum roll,
He tried to play,
Now he bleeding percussion

Shiesty young nigga from the V,
With a 30 on me,
Finna make me a mess,
Nigga better watch how he speak,
especially to me if he love his breath,
Yeah, if we really got beef,
We gon get him in the streets,
We don't do no text, yeah
I been kicking it with shawty,
She gon give that lo',
I ain't get that neck, yet,
Not yet, uh

But I'm gon get it when I'm ready,
Nigga got booked out in public,
The way that we come,
You gon think it's the library,
FN lightweight, made out of plastic,
Pussy got hit with the 5.7,
This here a light day,
I'm feeling fantastic,
You want the smoke?,
Then the glock ready

You can tell that I'm high and fried
Out of my mind,
'Cause I was just smoking on
Whassaname,
That hoe was fucking on shhh,
I ain't telling her shit,
She don't even know my brother name,
I'm in that slicker than butter lane,
Got in that jam,
You was telling 100 names,
I'ma go hard every season,
This shit for a reason,
I'm playing 100 games,
It's either eat or get ate,
Put that chop on they plate
Like we playing the hunger games,
All about getting that cheese,
When it come down to beef,
Get them bitches another day,
My bitch a bad azz like Boosie,
Up the Glock,
Make your ass do the running mane,
Your nigga telling on you,
Ratatouille,
To kill him, could think of 100 ways

My right hand dangerous,
I shoot it like Steph,
Giveaway gang,
We handing out death,
Ain't much to say,
Boy I said what I said,
If he don't play it right,
Then that boy getting left,
Stepped on,
Crunched on,
Stomped on,
Ain't that the boy made the one song,
Now look,
He shaking like something wrong,
My niggas blow like a trombone,
That nigga shaking,
Like he got a seizure incoming,
Dragon,
That nigga got heat in his stomach,
Flashing,
A nigga gone see when we coming,
Spazzing,
A young nigga speaking about something,
AR got him like "Uh-oh",
Making it harder to breathe
When it touch him,
Can the 50 round drum
Get a drum roll,
He tried to play,
Now he bleeding percussion

Shooters with me on the daily,
Like I'm tryna get to the
Finals or something,
You was my brother,
You switched like a button,
It feel like we rivals or something,
On the wave,
Like a tidal or something,
Them 7.62's hit your tire,
It's busting,
Said "it's my year"
Like Micheal or something,
I know that they tired of us
Stepping and stomping

Know they tired of us
Smacking they ass with that
Switch,
Like they granny still coming around,
My niggas hop off the porch
As soon as you play,
And the pack hit the ground, uh
Frrrrt Frrrrt, switches,
From the back,
As they hawking him down
Mm-mm-mm-mmm