letra de drummin - tb stacka
[intro: tb stacka]
(we ain’t playing around, man)
(you know how i’m coming) yeah
[chorus: tb stacka]
packing up bricks with the sticks
would’ve thought i was drumming
my shooter, he be on some bullsh-t
you would’ve thought he was andre drummond (woah)
with zee, i could go for a week
and nothing ain’t cheap, so you know how we coming (no cap)
lightskin, she a 10/10 queen
and she all on me, she lookin’ stunning
[verse 1: tb stacka]
aye
switch up the car then i switch up my flow
really, i cannot be cuffing no ho
i’m moving quiet, yeah, we on the low
rocking margiella, got sh-t for the low
and i got a plug and she look like monroe
my b-tch should be on the cover of vogue
these boys just be internet typing and they ain’t on sh-t
man, i swear that these n-ggas some hoes
hannah montana, i’m rocking bandanas
i’m up and i just put a .4 in my fanta
double r wraith, i might switch to the phathom
we slide on your block with the stick like a nana
hammers and hammers, got hammers and hammers
we slide on ya block and we going bananas
ball like a n-gga would play for the knicks
i ain’t nick, but you know i’m gon shoot this cannon
[verse 2: zee arcane]
i just be deep in that b-tch, deep in that sh-t
she asks me “when am i cumming?”
bro got a beam on the stick, beam on the stick
you know they get to the running
switch up my swag, got me feeling so cunning
b-tch, i’m with dotz and we get to the drummin’
i’m with jdice and we get to the drummin’
i’m like a saint coz i keep it a hundred
i just been smoking on green in abundance
out of my circle, they out my circumference
b-tch, we’re the youngest artists out in london
i go hysteric, i feel like i’m crumbling
rick owens, put that sh-t on like it’s nothing
i got a cooler in case they be bluffing
how many times? i’ve said i ain’t cuffing
told that b-tch that i can’t give you no loving
(??) like it’s nothing
leopard print jeans and i walk in the function
skrtt from ??? go straight out the junction
i put my bro on the sauce like it’s mustard
b-tch, i get straight to the cream… custard
groupie b-tch, out of my way, can’t do fronting
b-tch, i’m like gold, these n-ggas are rusting
i got heart, can’t give you no love, b-tch
been getting fly like a dove, b-tch
j-panese fur, rock it with the g.o.a
i don’t get fly for the fun, b-tch
in the trap house, i’m making a sum, b-tch
and i could never f-ck with a dumb b-tch
[chorus: tb stacka]
yeah
packing up bricks with the sticks
would’ve thought i was drumming
my shooter, he be on some bullsh-t
you would’ve thought he was andre drummond (woah)
with zee, i could go for a week
and nothing ain’t cheap, so you know how we coming (no cap)
lightskin, she a 10/10 queen
and she all on me, she lookin’ stunning
yeah
packing up bricks with the sticks
would’ve thought i was drumming
my shooter, he be on some bullsh-t
you would’ve thought he was andre drummond (woah)
with zee, i could go for a week
and nothing ain’t cheap, so you know how we coming (no cap)
lightskin, she a 10/10 queen
and she all on me, she lookin’ stunning
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