Drummin (feat. Hail Cesar)
I came in this bitch with a drum
I feel like the wave, you know that we splurging
Wavy put heat in this bitch, you know that we lit
We on and we purgin
I came in that bitch with a jwét, I came in that bitch with a mop and a tech
Lil baby I give you my word, that nigga he broke, he hurtin my nerves
Can't play with me baby you know that i'm thumbin
Can't play with that bitch, baby I'm thumpin
I'm a gremlin yeah you know I'm a beast
Two feet down yeah you know what I mean
Different streams, yeah you know that I'm king
All blue hunnids for the drip
Yeah you know that I'm him
All blue crabs on the ship
I learned how to swim
I broke the rim
Jumped out the water I knew I was him
She couldn't even swim, she swallowing dick
I saw your man and I'm calling him bitch
Drummin this bitch make a bitch come thru
Drummin the drummin the
Drummin this bitch make a bitch come thru
Drummin the drummin the
Drummin this bitch make a bitch come thru
Drummin the drummin the
Drummin this bitch make a bitch come thru
Drummin the drummin the
Lil Wave ain't never seen a bitch like you
Take three steps and I might slide thru
Shawty want sex, yea that's my type mood
Bro tryna flex but my shit times two
Ohh boo hoo
What can you do
One for his bitch and one for his crew
Wavy so high he might fly to the moon
Zoom boom
Might be ya doom
I am the one and I came to consume
Gas in my lungs I'm adjustin the fumes
I'm packin the guns with adjustable zooms
Back at my bungalow, couple of rooms
Doubled in Dublin jugglin twos
Pour up a four I got somethin to lose
Nothing to prove
Stuck in the blues
Pickin a bitch I'm like which do I choose
(Aye aye aye)
Drummin like Bonzo, bud in the fanto
Came in this bitch with the heat like Alonzo
Wavy the hancho, Burberry pancho
I'm finna tear this shit up on the pronto
Tanto the blade boy this finna hurt
I'm in a rush got me feelin like Peart
What can I say I'm addicted to work
So why in the fuck would I get with the percs
Woahhh fuck that
Better back up fool, you finna get merced
Heard he got buck now he stuck in a hearse
I'd wish you good luck but I'm fuckin her first
Tuckin it, stuffed in the butt of her purse
Bussin it up with just what I disperse
Personally this is what I assert
Cause drummin this bitch put a bish in the dirt
I feel like the wave, you know that we splurging
Wavy put heat in this bitch, you know that we lit
We on and we purgin
I came in that bitch with a jwét, I came in that bitch with a mop and a tech
Lil baby I give you my word, that nigga he broke, he hurtin my nerves
Can't play with me baby you know that i'm thumbin
Can't play with that bitch, baby I'm thumpin
I'm a gremlin yeah you know I'm a beast
Two feet down yeah you know what I mean
Different streams, yeah you know that I'm king
All blue hunnids for the drip
Yeah you know that I'm him
All blue crabs on the ship
I learned how to swim
I broke the rim
Jumped out the water I knew I was him
She couldn't even swim, she swallowing dick
I saw your man and I'm calling him bitch
Drummin this bitch make a bitch come thru
Drummin the drummin the
Drummin this bitch make a bitch come thru
Drummin the drummin the
Drummin this bitch make a bitch come thru
Drummin the drummin the
Drummin this bitch make a bitch come thru
Drummin the drummin the
Lil Wave ain't never seen a bitch like you
Take three steps and I might slide thru
Shawty want sex, yea that's my type mood
Bro tryna flex but my shit times two
Ohh boo hoo
What can you do
One for his bitch and one for his crew
Wavy so high he might fly to the moon
Zoom boom
Might be ya doom
I am the one and I came to consume
Gas in my lungs I'm adjustin the fumes
I'm packin the guns with adjustable zooms
Back at my bungalow, couple of rooms
Doubled in Dublin jugglin twos
Pour up a four I got somethin to lose
Nothing to prove
Stuck in the blues
Pickin a bitch I'm like which do I choose
(Aye aye aye)
Drummin like Bonzo, bud in the fanto
Came in this bitch with the heat like Alonzo
Wavy the hancho, Burberry pancho
I'm finna tear this shit up on the pronto
Tanto the blade boy this finna hurt
I'm in a rush got me feelin like Peart
What can I say I'm addicted to work
So why in the fuck would I get with the percs
Woahhh fuck that
Better back up fool, you finna get merced
Heard he got buck now he stuck in a hearse
I'd wish you good luck but I'm fuckin her first
Tuckin it, stuffed in the butt of her purse
Bussin it up with just what I disperse
Personally this is what I assert
Cause drummin this bitch put a bish in the dirt
Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Harrell
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