"Drums" lyrics

(CorMill)

[Money Man:]
We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trappin' out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutchin' the carbine
I remember them days I was starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting, not barking

Let's go
Heard you telling, that shit is disheartening
I'm at home counting money, not partying
In my free time, I'm filling up magazines
I'm not Brock, but my bitch lookin' real pretty
Got a switch on this glizzy, it's real dirty
Shorty looking so motherfuckin' breathtaking
And the SBR on me a breathtaker
Playing chess in these streets, I be checkmating
Hit the gas from the lobby, escaping
Hoppin' out with that AR, I'm demonstrating
Man, these rappers burnt out, where they resignation?
And the young god be havin' that balance
I'm not Asian, but I keep a chopstick
All my firearms having no optics
Used to sell niggas zips out a Crown Vic'
On some Pat Mahomes shit, I be chiefin'
Got a blackout, ain't talkin' 'bout eclipse
I ain't crossin' my dog for no bitch
Niggas ain't got no morals, it don't make sense
Better get you some money and confidence
Better get you some motherfuckin' common sense
Shorty bad as hell, I gave her compliments
Only fuck with the strong, this a lion's den
If you fuck with the circle, you tied in
When you come to my trap, better sign in
Nigga come try to rob, we gon' off him
Niggas love when I go live, I'm droppin' gems
Got a fetish for ice, so I rock gems
Fuck that lyrical shit, I'm not Rakim
Everyday we go shootin', we dangerous men
All these Glocks, they should give me a sponsorship
If I see it and like it, I'm coppin' it
Now I Iove the way that she be droppin' it
Now I love the way that that little pussy feel
I'ma put her to sleep just like Benadryl
Got a registered Glock, that's a legal kill
Plus I'm havin' them buttons for dirty kills
Had a flat back on them vaccum seals
Feelin' like Stefon, I'm havin' bills

We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trappin' out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutchin' the carbine
I remember them days I was starving

[Babyface Ray:]
I wish Rolex'd give me a sponsorship
Put the team on my back like Giannis did
I be mixin' that lean with all kind of shit
I was hidin' that work at my mama crib (Ma)
Lil' mama told me she proud of me, now when we fuck, it's some Prada kicks (Prada kicks)
You might not never get trust from me
Fuck it, just give me your honesty
Girl, don't pull out your wallet, we slidin' up Collins, we flew to Rodeo, I'm fuckin' up thousands
Investing in houses and bought me some watches
My chain was a dollar, it rest on my collar
I tell the lean man, "Don't you ever call my phone and ever try to mention Trish again"
Tell my bitch that I'll never sip again
Fell off, now a nigga rich again
I done found myself with the top missing
Brodie pushin' food, but ain't got a kitchen
I done fucked the baddest hoes in my mansion
I might paint a Malibu and mount the sixes
I pull up to parties and valet the parking
Stay ridin' with killers, they think I'm retarded
Back back 'fore they paint you like an artist
Top dog, headed to the top charts
Yeah

[Money Man:]
We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trappin' out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutchin' the carbine
I remember them days I was starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting, not barking