[Chorus: Young Drummer Boy]
My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click
You better pray to god if I bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch
My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click
You better pray to god if I bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch

[Verse 1: Young Drummer Boy]
These muthafuckas out here snitching, they some cops
Everyday I gotta shootout with the opps
Look, I got a bag full of money, that’s a lot
Look, I bang the hood man you know I never stop
Look, yo I’m really on a mission
Free the homies, man I swear I really miss ‘em
Haters talking I don’t really pay attеntion
Man I done so much dirt
That I don’t even gotta mеntion
Ay tell that bitch to bring the coke in
I get the bag then you know I am adiós-ing
Think you fucking with me
Bitch you must be smoking
If she act sus then you know I ain’t talking
Look, bitch I had to double up just for my kids
I really grew up in the hood
That’s where I live
Even if I had to get it out a bitch
Man I bang the whole clip
I swear to god I take the risk, look
[Chorus: Young Drummer Boy]
My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click
You better pray to god if I bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch
My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click
You better pray to god if I bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch

[Verse 2: RJ]
On nights like this I wish
I wish I had my n***as that I miss
.762’s I won’t miss
Bitch don’t block your blessings
Try to be slick
Turn all your dreams to fruition
Be careful you get what you wishin’
50 .308’s I ain’t missing
(Boom boom boom boom)
Way to killa, bitch I’m a homicide dripper
Shang Zhu stripper, she sucked a soul out a n***a
Raised the roof, took off the top
Popped her nipples
Baby Ruth took her home then had a triple
Threesome-threesome pop another pink one
Each one teach one, she sucking out the pre-cum
We don’t do the cheap ones
We pay it how we weigh it up
Big juice and drummer got ‘em jumping til I’m laid up
Fuck a n***a head up with this chopper that I’m choking
Big blood n***a but these pockets tiny loccing
Momma caught me smoking, whoop my ass that ain’t stop me
Taught me how to sneak more
Great minds think more
K9’s and be more, stress minds will before
Fiends blowing out the door like it C4
Fam 1st OMMIO, bitch we High Forever
Bitch step up barrio, color cayenne peppers
2 baby mommas, I don’t claim no bitch
Pops I wish you were alive for these days live this
Put my diamonds on a scale
I’m trying to weigh my wrist
Yo my crimey’s out of jail
And put a K on a snitch
[Chorus: Young Drummer Boy]
My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click
You better pray to god if I bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch
My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why I gotta keep it on me when I bang my click
You better pray to god if I bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man fuck that bitch