Drûm On My Stick
Ok Ray Ray
I just might walk in with the drum on my stick
I brought my Glock today, because it match my fit
I stack my paper up on you because I'm rich
So many chains like a slave
Ain' fixing on the road I paved the way
Yeah I got the glock that's if they hate
And you knowing that they hate
Ohhh ohhh
Yeah you know it's always on me
I'm a felon you know that that glock
Yeah it's always on me
Imma shoot it at you so guess what
You is not my homie
I just wanna stack it to a Mill
Hell nawl ain' hungry
Smoking hell of weed, and you know that I got the munchies
Try to swang yeah they got them sticks just know they all coming
Whole lot of boogers in my watch
Looking like a nose running
Put that red bean on your fucking nose
I don't see nothing funny
And you know I got it all
All all
Shaq money, and it stack so tall
NBA, I promise imma ball
And you knowing that they all
Want me to fall
I just might walk in with the drum on my stick
I brought my Glock today, because it match my fit
I stack my paper up on you because I'm rich
So many chains like a slave
Ain' fixing on the road I paved the way
Yeah I got the glock that's if they hate
And you knowing that they hate
Ohhh ohhh
I just might walk in with the drum on my stick
I brought my Glock today, because it match my fit
I stack my paper up on you because I'm rich
So many chains like a slave
Ain' fixing on the road I paved the way
Yeah I got the glock that's if they hate
And you knowing that they hate
Ohhh ohhh
Yeah you know it's always on me
I'm a felon you know that that glock
Yeah it's always on me
Imma shoot it at you so guess what
You is not my homie
I just wanna stack it to a Mill
Hell nawl ain' hungry
Smoking hell of weed, and you know that I got the munchies
Try to swang yeah they got them sticks just know they all coming
Whole lot of boogers in my watch
Looking like a nose running
Put that red bean on your fucking nose
I don't see nothing funny
And you know I got it all
All all
Shaq money, and it stack so tall
NBA, I promise imma ball
And you knowing that they all
Want me to fall
I just might walk in with the drum on my stick
I brought my Glock today, because it match my fit
I stack my paper up on you because I'm rich
So many chains like a slave
Ain' fixing on the road I paved the way
Yeah I got the glock that's if they hate
And you knowing that they hate
Ohhh ohhh
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Writer(s): Rei Biti, Jaquavious Treshunn Bardley
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