(Drum Lord)

Handle my biz, mama proud of me (proud of me)
All of them niggas that doubted me (doubted me)
The lick that we hit like a lottery
The come up that come from the robberies
Shit on these niggas 'cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers 'cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can't get it out of me
I'm finna trap, go to rappin' like Master P
Make 'em say, "Uh, uh" (phew)
Glock with a drum, uh (fah, fah)
Ba-rump-a-bum-bum (bah, bah)
What's ya set, where you from? (Where you from?)
You don't want no problems
Backwoods, my goncho
Glock .9 a bundle
I'm from the jungle

I use to trap with the robbers on breezeway
I make a lot through a speed chase (skrrt)
Federal unit pursue on the freeway
Then turn that bitch to a feet chase (ayy, come here)
Don't follow directions
I come from a section where we gon' go fetch it like each way (each way)
In the Bent' lookin' like I'm a sweepstakes
I'm the chosen one, nigga, cheese cake
Nigga, hold your tongue, that's a G way
Got a stolen gun in the booth with me
My phones on like a DJ on replay, and I ain't have no father figure
I was in the trenches, the street way
And before they drop that iPhone, had the Glock on on a prepaid (prepaid)

Handle my biz, mama proud of me (proud of me)
All of them niggas that doubted me (doubted me)
The lick that we hit like a lottery (lottery)
The come up that come from the robberies (robberies)
Shit on these niggas 'cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers 'cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can't get it out of me
I'm finna trap, go to rappin' like Master P
Make 'em say, "Uh, uh" (uh)
Glock with a drum, uh (fah, fah)
Ba-rump-a-bum-bum (bah, bah)
What's ya set, where you from? (Where you from?)
You don't want no problems (uh-uh)
Backwoods, my goncho
Glock .9 a bundle
I'm from the jungle (Main Street)

Hahaha, I rock with that

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Brian Jones, Mordechay Romi, Wesley Lewis