Drummer (feat. Kranium)

Bumboclaat

It's Gucci, Big Boss

Don't try me boy, I'll send you to your maker

Then I go spend Christmas in Jamaica

Big badger gun, I brought it for my haters

I left the barrel smokin' like a Garcia y Vega

Gucci Man, ah wicked, he a cold Don

Fuck the police, man, 'cause they can't stop naan

Your partner, he a bitch, that boy won't kill naan

Pretty boy, a lover man, a real puss

I don't fear your shooters, think they all sus

Bad on his head like a wave brush

If copying is flattery, I feel touched

But this ain't flag football

I'll get your head bust

Never fear dem

Better warn dem

Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war

Never hold back

We haffi rise high

Man ready fi all dem, yeah

Chillin' on the beach

Smokin' on a phantom leaf

Backseat there to figure, think

My life is a fantasy

Niggas, they be dissin' me

Knowing they be diggin' me

Misery loves company

I'll take you our your misery

Lick a shot at enemies

My gun does not shoot Hennessy

Niggas be too timid

And they end up dead like Timothy

Why you actin' pussy bwoy

Like I'ma show you sympathy

Suck your mother, pussy boy

You should know not romp with me

Never fear dem

Better warn dem

Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war

Never hold back

We haffi rise high

Man ready fi all dem, yeah

Never fear dem

Better warn dem

Boy de gwaan like seh dey waan war, war

Never hold back

We haffi rise high

Man ready fi all dem, yeah