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drummer boy - kid dop3 lyrics

[intro]
it’s all good (yeah)
it’s all good, it’s all good
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
two phones on me, sidekick jumping me
yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah

[hook]
see them n-gg-s in my rearview, looking out for them winslows
pieces hanging out the window, like a driveby on hanukkah
pull up on ’em like a drummer boy, packing something like it’s ramadan
coming baring gifts with all my n-gg-s, we celebrate, with drugs and b-tches

[verse 1: kid dop3]
issues on issues, we leaving, put n-gg-s on early dismissal
these lil n-gg-s chillin’, while the spliff god rollin’ up a seven
i’ve been rolling deep like adele, been too busy tryna catch a wave
trade the clippers in for some dreads, but my n-gg- you can catch the fade
better watch your tone boy, you don’t need a 10
them boys will spot that -ss quick, like check that leopard print
and the bucket wasn’t even 17, i had a half b on the highway
took a zan before i bought a beamer, like how the f-ck this get in my driveway?
yeah, yeah, i am not joking, i’m totally motherf-cking focused
that acid trip ain’t even phasing me, i ain’t even motherf-cking notice
yeah, you n-gg-s, are all figments, of a world that i created
yeah yeah yeah

[hook x 2]

[bridge: kid dop3 and crslyrc]
do you really want to know, how a n-gg- keep it low
it should come as no surprise
that i’ve been smoking on this dro
tryna stay up from the po, but it’s all right
yeah

[verse 2: crslyrc]
come f-ck with the kid, but don’t f-ck with the kid
i frequent the fast lane, keep up with the kid
smoke til i’m [?], your b-tch is an -sshole
my shorty [?], i’m billy the kid
all i really need is this life of sin is 100 million reasons to repent
the root of evil never looked so appealing, i live underground but i walk on the ceiling
slave to the wave ’til my grave day, looking for a payday
i couldn’t really care about a naysay
ray ray, sipping with a b-tch up on a playdate
puffin on a jay jay, rubbing on vajayjay
blowing up like a meth lab, mr white when i chef blue
fully loaded and i’m off the holster, world on my shoulder, cup runneth over, yuhh

[verse 3: daz merchant]
water diamonds on my neck, you know a n-gg- can’t swim (no, no)
i’m never ever really lacking, you know a n-gg- don’t slip (no, no)
unless i’m slipping in the dm’s, unless i’m slipping in ya b-tch (ya!)
i don’t care about no drama, i care about getting rich (cash out)
pull out the pocket rocket and i can set off, i just got the v, i need to get that off
p-ssy n-gg-s sucking lead off, they all on my d-ck, please tell ’em to get off
i know a couple n-gg-s holding berettas, my shows always lit looking like it’s coach-lla
if this was 2005, i’d be up in the club b-mpin’ that 50, a couple gang members
popping cristal with sean john on my denim, dammit that young n-gg- spittin’ that venom
sh-t on ’em all and now it’s all accidental, you got a couple blogs? boy i got several
real n-gg- sh-t, i square up with the devil, got ya b-tch screaming like a tea kettle
high off the [?] and you are sea level, legend in my city, i am a rebel

[hook x 2]

[verse 4: kid dop3]
i’m the “drugs won’t stop you from working” spokesperson
been at it from the jump soon as my converse hit the turf
told them boys i get it done just to show ’em it’s closed curtains
pull an arson in your hall like i co-star with ed murp
that ship’ll get burnt down
falling victim to the cycle, rip through the tide and get washed out
man, i swear i feel so numb to this sh-t, frostbit my fingers, still ain’t losing the grip
i can smell blood in the water, i should’ve you p-ss-es not to swim while you leaking
not concerned with the time of the month, just surviving the season
and i bet not catch you slip, no po po snapping them photos
anything to put me in that box, but i don’t think they want to see me working that post
roll up, let it breathe, i’m working the coast, vice grippin’ these demons, won’t let me go
a n-gg- just hit me with a pack of the blues like he shipping bad news
get that work and never hit snooze

[outro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
all of my n-gg-s been at it, all of my n-gg-s some addicts dawg
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
civics to beamers, riding around in big [?] dog
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

- kid dop3 lyrics

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