Music Video
DrumLine (feat. Wopster19 & Nodee)
Top Songs By Lord Acee
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Wopster19
Songwriter:in
Kyle Anthony Ard
Songwriter:in
Nodee Hang long
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Soundin like a drummer boy
Rum pum pum pum pum
I'm a different **** I can
Feel it in my blood
I can't even go outside
Unless it's 100s not
No ones
I'm a different typa ****
Got black forces in the club a
Go ask about me
Yeah I'm violent
Lord get super Roddy
I'm a wildin ****
Check the score
I need a referee
On some official shit
I'm heating up
Perc 30 it got
Me beaming up
I'm beating up
All in ha guts
I skeet it up
So disrespectful
Never gave a fuck
You **** need me
To be the villain
So I'm plotting scheming
On you Lil ****
In the field standing on my block
That boy a easy lick
Grease his ass turn
Em to a stain I'm on some greasy shit
I'm on sum I'm on sum greasy shit
I never need a bitch
Was gettin no money
Now more money
So she gone see the shit
This ain't no show money
This from scamming
This that illegal shit
I been by lonely
They been watching
So lord gone keep a blick
Go ask about
**** dissin me
Them **** pussy
We can laugh about
Never need no pipe
my hands
They just as lethal
How in fish bowl
That's death
Them windows see thru
Uh money it fall
From the ceiling
The bigger the bag
The badder the bitches
The problems I get
Is ridiculous
My children need butlers
And bundles of papers
Like we don't recycle that shit
If she spend the night in this bitch
You know that we tussle and shit
My wrist is a plain
Remember them days
Nobody ever gave me time
But now I'm stage
They screaming my name
And bitches singing out my lines
And shoutout my big brother
Smoove keep ya head up lord
Do ya time
My father he gave me
His mind
My momma she gave me
Her grind
Went from corners
To the big stage
And now I get big Brain
From the hoes that's in college
You **** be cheapskates
You gotta be so shamed
Going half on a bottle
I never been two faced
You switched but it's okay
Imma lead you could can follow
And I'm in my own race
You stay in your own lane
While I reach of the title
Soundin like a drummer boy
Rum pum pum pum pum
I'm a different **** I can
Feel it in my blood
I can't even go outside
Unless it's 100s not
No ones
I'm a different typa ****
Got black forces in the club a
Go ask about me
I'm smoking more than a ounce a day
So damn high can't feel my face
Too manny stars up in this wraith
Limo tint and you still see the chain
I got that shit on ain't come to play
What on my hip will give me life today
You don't think these **** sliding
You don't think they living dangerous
Have em pull up with that fye
Bullets hit you ain't no grazing
My bitch really fucking ratchet
She don't carry no damn taser
Two double d's on this bitch
Clip look like a fucking anchor
We ain't beefing with no ****
Unless it's really about that paper
I get my money from scraps
step by step no written instruction
I go with the flow but
I ain't come up by mistake
Been doing whatever it take
Cause having this paper
The shit is freedom
I'm finally here no dreaming
The revenge is on my demons
Soundin like a drummer boy
Rum pum pum pum pum
Written by: Kyle Anthony Ard, Nodee Hang long, Wopster 19
