Drums Might Wake Ya Mama Up

Lyrics

[Hook] Drums might wake ya mama up [x7] [Verse 1: Michael Christmas] Drums might wake Obama up Drums might frighten Donald Trump Bass make shortie's ass shake Wish a nigga wasn't awkward, huh Hood niggas keep the llama tucked I'm in the club with the Nerf strap If you hatin' you gettin all that Know some bitches with the whole clap And they on twitter tryna rash With a new vagina rash I'm incognito: olive drab All these niggas wanna rap Doin' dumb shit and they crash Hot Pocket cut the check I'm the king of the microwave Since the aussie cars Yeah them Tyco days Now they all callin' me psycho Name one famous Michael that ain't off the rocker Get drunk and go Carter I'm slurring my words so you can't understand me I'm nice [?] Drums might fuck your day up Guarantee I miss the layup On the late I know I stay up Smokin craig pulled the J up Ain't got shit to do today, bruh Hey bruh [Hook] [Verse 2: Vintage Lee] Okay, shut up bih don't wake your mama, hey Ain't in the mood for the drama Pimp & Christmas got the wave Knew that way back in the day, okay (okay) Them drums (okay) Might wake (okay) Your mama every day (okay) Where I (okay) Come from (okay) Play with drums everyday [Hook] [Verse 3: Michael Christmas] Drums might fuck the party up Drums might knock Madonna up Drums might make a car break AAA, nigga call 'em up Moms called me in the mornin' Say the neighbors been complainin' I say it's the Playstation Really got the hood shakin' Hoes dancing making bacon Snapchatin', gettin paper Song playin' in the back Tell your homegirls this just slap I should get a face tat I remember K too I would take a fake nap And sneak in the kid's bags And take niggas snacks My fam used to be like this lil nigga bad But they can't understand how this lil nigga rap, hm Family make fun of my pants, hm Still call me ashy got bent Turn this shit up at the party Bitches dancin' on somebody All my niggas [known as?] shitty When we comin' to your city Wake your mama up, let's get it, nigga [Hook]