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still - young drummer boy lyrics

[lefty gunplay]
look, gang sh*t, no lame sh*t, b*tch
it’s lefty gunplay, famous gang banger
(young millionaire) gang gang

[verse 1: lefty gunplay]
you say you solid then homie
but how your clip full?
that sh*t don’t even make sense, give me the pistol (lame)
let me introduce you to that real bp sicko
still selling nickels of crystal at wienerschnitzel
i said word around town, kha got them chopsticks
hot sh*t, crown faces boys is known to drop sh*t
hot sh*t, merk that boy quick with this glock b*tch
sickest ese coming out the valley, on the top list
i bang that b*tch, that’s on the whole gang land (valle)
and i don’t throw hands, i make that boy, he breakdance
no spray can, emptied a clip like mayhem
it’s no way that i’m a stay in that state camp fo’real b*tch
play ball, it’s mr. bp k*ha
i hit her on amr doggystyle in the car
i had serena in the car, f*cked relena in the car
on my momma, even f*cked that b*tch sabrina in the car, gang

[chorus young drummer boy]
i spent a thousand on a glock
and i took it to the hood
i wish a m*th*f*cka would
now i’m riding on the opps
while we chunking up the hood
lil baby, what’s good?
i spent a thousand on a glock
and i took it to the hood
i wish a m*th*f*cka would
now i’m riding on the opps
while we chunking up the hood
lil baby, what’s good?
[verse 2: young drummer boy]
b*tch i’m from h*t*p
still hitting up yo block
still running down the weak
still f*cking on your b*tch
make that hoe pop a pill
she chilling with the homies
she gon’ f*ck ’em fo’real
still, chilling with the homies on that 4 block
and if i see a opp, i’m knock ’em out his tube sock
still, got more money than you rap cats
b*tch i’m in a benz, i ain’t f*cking with no scat pack
still, ay b*tch i really gang bang
i’m raised by og’s, and you raised by some lame brains, stupid
b*tch i let my chain hang
b*tch i use the chops
and my homies do the same thing

[chorus: young drummer boy]
i spent a thousand on a glock
and i took it to the hood
i wish a m*th*f*cka would
now i’m riding on the opps
while we chunking up the hood
lil baby, what’s good?
i spent a thousand on a glock
and i took it to the hood
i wish a m*th*f*cka would
now i’m riding on the opps
while we chunking up the hood
lil baby, what’s good?

- young drummer boy lyrics

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