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​rans0m - ​drummer lyrics

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hah ay

[chorus: rans0m]
six feet in the ground
that’s where my brodie put your brother
feds at the door, i go undercover
they sleep on your sh+t, you go undiscovered
bro keep a drum, he is not a drummer
keep it low+key, stay away from drama
she gon ‘eat me like i was her supper
she said “keep the cash, i just want the uppers”
if you run up get your sh+t [?] he already been knowin’ that i always been that guy
why you dressed so bum, i got evisu on my denim, everybody know i been too fly
why you think sh+t funny, vip at the club, and i brought my glock inside
he gon’ get [?] a headshot, that boy got sent to the sky

[verse 1: rans0m]
they want a piece of the pie
ain’t no handouts i ain’t goin’ for that
i don’t stay around, i just make it right back
get my strap out, i’ma empty the mag
you a d+mn clown and you don’t got no bag
he gon’ crash out yeah he goin’ out sad

[verse 2: keeta]
stupid, i go stupid
i got different phones for different hoes, lil’ boy i got groupies
push up b+tch get too it, yeah
crash out b+tch i do it
sent me the beat and i loop it, yeah
watch how i run right through it (yeah)
talkin’ my sh+t up in boston
i say the word and watch somebody drop him, yeah
r.i.p. that boy, you lost him
i say the word and your b+tch off your roster, yeah
i gotta carry a chopper
don’t want your b+tch ’cause i swear she a bopper, yeah
i done got rich, now i don’t wear lacoste
i need my million proper
[bridge: keeta]
i’m tryna show ’em i’m better than them
f+ckin’ a b+tch that look better than kim
matter of fact i’ma put her in skims
they just like ain’t no one better than him
i got a k!ll on my mind
hold up, i need some blood on my skin
i started sippin’ now i got fat
i double my cup, and doubled my chin

[chorus: rans0m]
six feet in the ground
that’s where my brodie put your brother
feds at the door, i go undercover
they sleep on your sh+t, you go undiscovered
bro keep a drum, he is not a drummer
keep it low+key, stay away from drama
she gon ‘eat me like i was her supper
she said “keep the cash, i just want the uppers”
if you run up get your sh+t [?] he already been knowin’ that i always been that guy
why you dressed so bum, i got evisu on my denim, everybody know i been too fly
why you think sh+t funny, vip at the club, and i brought my glock inside
he gon’ get [?] a headshot, that boy got sent to the sky



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