Kid Dop3 – Drummer Boy Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s all good (Yeah)
It’s all good, it’s all good
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two phones on me, Sidekick jumping me
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

[Hook]
See them niggas in my rearview, looking out for them Winslows
Pieces hanging out the window, like a driveby on Hanukkah
Pull up on ’em like a Drummer Boy, packing something like it’s Ramadan
Coming baring gifts with all my niggas, we celebrate, with drugs and bitches

[Verse 1: Kid Dop3]
Issues on issues, we leaving, put niggas on early dismissal
These lil niggas chillin’, while the spliff god rollin’ up a seven
I’ve been rolling deep like Adele, been too busy tryna catch a wave
Trade the clippers in for some dreads, but my nigga you can catch the fade
Better watch your tone boy, you don’t need a 10
Them boys will spot that ass quick, like check that leopard print
And the bucket wasn’t even 17, I had a half B on the highway
Took a zan before I bought a Beamer, like how the f**k this get in my driveway?
Yeah, yeah, I am not joking, I’m totally motherf**king focused
That acid trip ain’t even phasing me, I ain’t even motherf**king notice
Yeah, you niggas, are all figments, of a world that I created
Yeah yeah yeah

[Hook x 2]

[Bridge: Kid Dop3 and CRSLYRC]
Do you really want to know, how a nigga keep it low
It should come as no surprise
That I’ve been smoking on this dro
Tryna stay up from the po, but it’s all right
Yeah

[Verse 2: CRSLYRC]
Come f**k with the kid, but don’t f**k with the kid
I frequent the fast lane, keep up with the kid
Smoke til I’m top floor, your bitch is an eyesore
My shorty’s an outlaw, I’m Billy the Kid
All I really need is this life of sin is 100 million reasons to repent
The root of evil never looked so appealing, I live underground but I walk on the ceiling
Slave to the wave ’til my grave day, looking for a payday
I couldn’t really care about a naysay
Wray wray, sipping with a bitch, I’m on a playdate
Puffin on a jay jay, rubbing her vajayjay
Blowing up like a meth lab, Mr White when I chef blue
Fully loaded and I’m off the holster, world on my shoulder, cup runneth over, yuhh

[Verse 3: Daz Merchant]
Water diamonds on my neck, you know a nigga can’t swim (no, no)
I’m never ever really lacking, you know a nigga don’t slip (no, no)
Unless I’m slipping in the DM’s, unless I’m slipping in ya bitch (Ya!)
I don’t care about no drama, I care about getting rich (cash out)
Pull out the pocket rocket and I can set off, I just got the V, I need to get that off
Pussy niggas sucking lead off, they all on my dick, please tell ’em to get off
I know a couple niggas holding berettas, my shows always lit looking like it’s Coachella
If this was 2005, I’d be up in the club bumpin’ that 50, a couple gang members
Popping Cristal with Sean John on my denim, dammit that young nigga spittin’ that venom
Shit on ’em all and now it’s all accidental, you got a couple blogs? Boy I got several
Real nigga shit, I square up with the Devil, got ya bitch screaming like a tea kettle
High off the [?] and you are sea level, legend in my city, I am a rebel

[Hook x 2]

[Verse 4: Kid Dop3]
I’m the “Drugs won’t stop you from working” spokesperson
Been at it from the jump soon as my Converse hit the turf
Told them boys I get it done just to show ’em it’s closed curtains
Pull an arson in your hall like I co-star with Ed Murp
That ship’ll get burnt down
Falling victim to the cycle, rip through the tide and get washed out
Man, I swear I feel so numb to this shit, frostbit my fingers, still ain’t losing the grip
I can smell blood in the water, I should’ve you pussies not to swim while you leaking
Not concerned with the time of the month, just surviving the season
And I bet not catch you slip, no Po po snapping them photos
Anything to put me in that box, but I don’t think they want to see me working that post
Roll up, let it breathe, I’m working the coast, vice grippin’ these demons, won’t let me go
A nigga just hit me with a pack of the blues like he shipping bad news
Get that work and never hit snooze

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my niggas been at it, all of my niggas some addicts dawg
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Civics to beamers, riding around in big [?] dog
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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