Drumline

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler] You's a broke opp I keep designer guns, nigga, I ain't facin' at your mohawk (Thank You Fizzle) If Ferb jumped in with the Chrome Heart Fuck goin' back and forth, blow his dome off (Smoov, what's good, baby?) Opp fratenizer, kick his door down while he chillin' The Grinch Who Stole Christmas in a Louis V chinchilla Dwellin' a nigga, the chopper missin', it don't miss a beat You ain't see me in the club, nigga mistakin' me for Mr. T Don't even think about it, if you even dream about it, you'll get these Christmas beams Rob me, yeah, nigga, you must be kiddin' me Broke and doin' bad, you niggas is the epipacies Said he rockin' with the Stinc Team or you rockin' with the witnesses? Pulled the chops out, but we left Glock rounds He tried to run up on a mobster and got knocked down Swiss cheese, nigga, I left nachos He got Chip Skylarked, his friend got Glockoma Bitch, your watch older than that Bentayga I'll crack a nigga melon when I switchblade him It's an awful lot of carats on my wrist, baby He tried to run up on the chop and learned gymnastics [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Play with these niggas, they don't got enough money I'm a millionaire and these niggas all bummy Pull off on his block, duh-duh-duh-duh-dum drummin' Everything you niggas talk about is never 'bout no money Pull up on his block and duh-duh-duh-duh-dum drummin', bitch, nigga Pull up on his block and duh-duh-duh-duh-dum drummin' Everything is all smiles here 'cause y'all funny, bitch Pull up on his block and duh-duh-duh-duh-dum drummin' [Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug] Pull up with a chop, we got all the opps runnin' Cannon on my hip, I nicknamed him Andre Drummond I was in the trenches, we know you niggas not thuggin' Real VVSs, ask my jeweler, I'm not bluffin' You gon' get a fade from a Stinc, we not tusslin' I keep a DeJ Loaf on me, that's how I'm comin' He actin' too tough, we shred like beef jerky Bitch, watch out for my cup with all that wild twerking Corona finna be over, the Stincs finna be crowd surfin' You a snitch, your pops a snitch, even your child workin' I don't want that wack pussy, let me see how that mouth workin' Blew so much on jewelery, I'm needin' a wilder purchase Fake rap niggas and snitches can't get my verses All dome shots, game over, it was Curtis I'm just tryna put some ice in my new watches A nigga reach for my chain, we gon' 2Pac him, the Plug [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Play with these niggas, they don't got enough money I'm a millionaire and these niggas all bummy Pull up on his block, duh-duh-duh-duh-dum drummin' Everything you niggas talk about is never 'bout no money Pull up on his block and duh-duh-duh-duh-dum drummin', bitch, nigga Pull up on his block and duh-duh-duh-duh-dum drummin' Everything is all smiles here 'cause y'all funny, bitch Pull up on his block and duh-duh-duh-duh-duh drummin' Nigga