Drummer (feat. Kranium)

Bumboclaat It's Gucci, Big Boss Don't try me boy, I'll send you to your maker Then I go spend Christmas in Jamaica Big badger gun, I brought it for my haters I left the barrel smokin' like a Garcia y Vega Gucci Man, ah wicked, he a cold Don Fuck the police, man, 'cause they can't stop naan Your partner, he a bitch, that boy won't kill naan Pretty boy, a lover man, a real puss I don't fear your shooters, think they all sus Bad on his head like a wave brush If copying is flattery, I feel touched But this ain't flag football I'll get your head bust Never fear dem Better warn dem Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war Never hold back We haffi rise high Man ready fi all dem, yeah Chillin' on the beach Smokin' on a phantom leaf Backseat there to figure, think My life is a fantasy Niggas, they be dissin' me Knowing they be diggin' me Misery loves company I'll take you our your misery Lick a shot at enemies My gun does not shoot Hennessy Niggas be too timid And they end up dead like Timothy Why you actin' pussy bwoy Like I'ma show you sympathy Suck your mother, pussy boy You should know not romp with me Never fear dem Better warn dem Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war Never hold back We haffi rise high Man ready fi all dem, yeah Never fear dem Better warn dem Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war Never hold back We haffi rise high Man ready fi all dem, yeah