TB Stacka - DRUMMIN

★ 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 bullshit
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 shit for the low
And i got a plug and she look like monroe
My bitch should be on the cover of vogue
These boys just be internet typing and they ain't on shit
Man, i swear that these niggas 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 nigga 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 bitch, deep in that shit
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
Bitch, 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
Bitch, we're the youngest artists out in london
I go hysteric, i feel like i'm crumbling
Rick owens, put that shit 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 bitch 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
Bitch, i get straight to the cream… custard
Groupie bitch, out of my way, can't do fronting
Bitch, i'm like gold, these niggas are rusting
I got heart, can't give you no love, bitch
Been getting fly like a dove, bitch
Japanese fur, rock it with the g.o.a
I don't get fly for the fun, bitch
In the trap house, i'm making a sum, bitch
And i could never fuck with a dumb bitch

★ chorus: tb stacka ★
Yeah
Packing up bricks with the sticks
Would've thought i was drumming
My shooter, he be on some bullshit
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 bullshit
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