Drum Line (feat. 711 Kengo & XWORLDX)

(Who the fuck is F Breezy)

What could you do, man, I grew up in a zoo

Try me and we gonna shoot

Huh, give me the boom

Huh, nah, give me the loot, it's a wrap

Bitch, I'ma rap, sleepin' on me, he be taking a nap

Watchin' your back, boy don't get whacked, huh

Yeah, yeah, talkin' your smack and it's over

Bitch, I'm inside of the Rover

I know a bitch in Moldova

I'm on the moon like I'm Cudi, I'm on the move with a hoodie

I'm meetin' my bitch out in Dover, Delaware

Tell me where we was gonna meet again

Walkin' around, the talk of the town

Your girlfriend is blind and I'm making her see again

Look in the mirror, she's seeing a three again

Think she's the one and I'm down on one knee again

I hit a birdie, no, wait

Just hit an eagle, not hittin' the green again

I got to fuck and then dip

Fifteen years old, but sixteen on my hip

I'll make your momma start bitin' her lip

If you can't fucking handle these bars, you should get you a grip, son

Call me Pat Fisher the way that I got 37 but no Richard Nixon

We out in Boston, they just be spilling the tea, so where is the Lipton

Look, son, feeling like Nike the way I be getting this check

Banging this shit like the drum line

We playing hockey, the way all this ice on my neck

(Who the fuck is F Breezy)

Pills are relevant, I want my settlement

Me and bro, we locked in way too deep like concrete sediment

We tryna see what you better than

Rock Essential, boy I'll sit back and start my betterment

Ballin' too hard that I don't need a dresser

But let the Virgil when I want me a letterman

Walk 'em down I'm on this shit like a veteran

Bro became, he at the top like a president

Go ahead and sign my ****, oh

Down with them ****, death by the heavens

Twenty acres, putting up with every resident

Tune on up in the funk, got the rappers in

Still in minor, but that shit isn't heaven sent

Nobody go ahead, get some relevance

Nobody go ahead, get some relevance

Nobody go ahead, get some relevance

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you slide one time, they should leave alive

If you slide two times, I'll make sure that you die

Yeah, if you slide three times, you got lucky you'll survive

I see lights lit up on me, don't wanna make your momma cry

Yes I bought a hoof, yes I bought a gun

If you run, man, nobody knows, yeah a lot of guns

Yeah, yeah, blowin' ghosts, rollin' lot of blunts

Yeah, we got AK, run down pockets, yeah, you cannot run, you dead (You dead, you dead)

Send shit to fuck up, cause I got your bitch, my bitch

No I don't wanna talk, I don't care about openin' it up, yeah I leave it on read

Yeah, I used to be a nice motherfucker, now I'm talking to the people

And now, now I don't care