Drums

(album: Red Eye - 2023)

(CorMill)

[Money Man:]
We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trapping out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutching the carbine
I remember them days I was starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting, not barking

Let's go
Heard you telling, that shit is disheartening
I'm at home counting money, not partying
In my free time, I'm filling up magazines
I'm not Brock, but my bitch looking real pretty
Got a switch on this glizzy, it's real dirty
Shorty looking so motherfucking breathtaking
And the SBR on me a breathtaker
Playing chess in these streets, I be checkmating
Hit the gas from the lobby, escaping
Hopping out with that AR, I'm demonstrating
Man, these rappers burnt out, where they resignation?
And the young god be having that balance
I'm not Asian, but I keep a chopstick
All my firearms having no optics
Used to sell niggas zips out a Crown Vic'
On some Pat Mahomes shit, I be chiefing
Got a blackout, ain't talking 'bout eclipse
I ain't crossing my dog for no bitch
Niggas ain't got no morals, it don't make sense
Better get you some money and confidence
Better get you some motherfucking common sense
Shorty bad as hell, I gave her compliments
Only fuck with the strong, this a lion's den
If you fuck with the circle, you tied in
When you come to my trap, better sign in
Nigga come try to rob, we gon' off him
Niggas love when I go live, I'm dropping gems
Got a fetish for ice, so I rock gems
Fuck that lyrical shit, I'm not Rakim
Everyday we go shooting, we dangerous men
All these Glocks, they should give me a sponsorship
If I see it and like it, I'm copping it
Now I Iove the way that she be dropping it
Now I love the way that that little pussy feel
I'ma put her to sleep just like Benadryl
Got a registered Glock, that's a legal kill
Plus I'm having them buttons for dirty kills
Had a flat back on them vaccum seals
Feeling like Stefon, I'm having bills

We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trapping out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutching the carbine
I remember them days I was starving

[Babyface Ray:]
I wish Rolex'd give me a sponsorship
Put the team on my back like Giannis did
I be mixing that lean with all kind of shit
I was hiding that work at my mama crib (Ma)
Lil' mama told me she proud of me, now when we fuck, it's some Prada kicks (Prada kicks)
You might not never get trust from me
Fuck it, just give me your honesty
Girl, don't pull out your wallet, we sliding up Collins, we flew to Rodeo, I'm fucking up thousands
Investing in houses and bought me some watches
My chain was a dollar, it rest on my collar
I tell the lean man, "Don't you ever call my phone and ever try to mention Trish again"
Tell my bitch that I'll never sip again
Fell off, now a nigga rich again
I done found myself with the top missing
Brodie pushing food, but ain't got a kitchen
I done fucked the baddest hoes in my mansion
I might paint a Malibu and mount the sixes
I pull up to parties and valet the parking
Stay riding with killers, they think I'm retarded
Back back 'fore they paint you like an artist
Top dog, headed to the top charts
Yeah

[Money Man:]
We got drums if you wanna come start shit
Leave a bitch nigga family in torment
We be trapping out houses and 'partments
I can't save no ho, no, I'm not Clark Kent
Got a lot of the green like I'm Arden
Serve a nigga while clutching the carbine
I remember them days I was starving
I'm a wolf, I be biting, not barking