Drummond Lyrics

Stand up

I select to bring the drum in, like the Pistons

I can get a nigga dead, like how he end up missing?

My cousin showed me how to fuck the grits up in the kitchen

My brova tried to warn me 'bout this shit I wouldn't listen

Cant wait 'till I'm on, too many blues might shed a tear

Johnny movin' fast, cops on my ass, eyes in the rear

Ion' really recognize who I see in the mirror

Why I can't replace my heart and do what Tony did?

Always gotta keep my steel so I'm an Iron Man

Fiend can't hold his neck I know the crack work

Yeah, bro gave me the pack I flip it backwards

I can preach this shit just like a pastor

I can teach this shit and give out classwork

My wrist got used to whippin' in the master

Still don't know who did it, shit the mask work

Don't know who down to ride or slide or commit homicide for him

I keep tryn' sip away, my feelings bottled up

Let my mind slip away, no I can't find it fuck

Seen a nigga standing froze, like a blinded buck

Reaper getting closer everyday I guess my time is up

Leave a nigga, paralyzed sleeping but his mind is up

Tried to tell these niggas I'm a star, these Patrick thoughts

Slimey nigga, burn 'em for his shit now he black as fuck

Bro got what the fuck in side his cup this Timmy Turner one

I'm tryn' fuck a cougar bitch, maybe I can learn me sumn'

Told her I ain't new to this, thoughts when I get in the water

Niggas wasn't just on the bench, I turnt to a top scorer

I select to bring the drum in, like the Pistons

I can get a nigga dead, like how he end up missing?

My cousin showed me how to fuck the grits up in the kitchen

My brova tried to warn me 'bout this shit I wouldn't listen

Cant wait 'till I'm on, too many blues might shed a tear

Johnny movin' fast, cops on my ass, eyes in the rear

Ion' really recognize who I see in the mirror

Why I can't replace my heart and do what Tony did?

Always gotta keep my steel so I'm an Iron Man

Momma said watch my surroundings my surroundings should be watching me

I understand they lookin' down, when the watching Neeze

Bro a dog, itching for the murder so he got the fleas

When I walk up on you put ya hands up, but I'm not police

I ain't cuffin' hoes, if I did that's a double P

I keep gettin' to these buckets niggas gotta double me

Pistol finna take this nigga face he tryna rumble me

You tryna' huh?

I'm finna take his soul and leave his body there

I'm fightin' wit' my demons, devil in my ear

I'm creepin' through the night, finna face my fears

I'm creepin' wit my .9 finna face ya peers

I want my pockets on Rick Ross

I want my pockets on Rick Ross

Neezy been a big boss

We rob 'em wit' our mask on or fuck it mask off

Had to turn my fuckin' music on and turn the trap off

Music on now trap off