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young drummer boy - spokes and snapbacks lyrics

[verse 1: young drummer boy]
have you ever felt like giving up?
chillin’ on the ave rollin’ fat blunts
my moms said i smoke way too much
but to me i can never smoke quite enough
my young homies stay with them uzi’s
never f-ck with them floozies
cause they got no time to lose see
i used to roll around in a hooptie
but now n days i spend a night with some groupies
cause the sh-t had to change though
now i’m trying to put my homies on the payroll
never switch on my family like fredo
i sit & think about my life
while i chain smoke
see i’m calm & collective
if you ever disrespect it
i’m a grab you by your necklace
i’m trying to put them phonies on my check list
my main goal is to find out where my check is
i’m troublesome

[hook: king lil g]
well if its on, then its on
smoke heavy blunts
trying to get up in my zone
1 for the money, 2 for the hoes
get drug money
f-ck b-tches, get dough
east coast, west coast
f-ck b-tches, get dough
east coast, west coast
f-ck b-tches, get dough

[verse 2: young drummer boy]
have you ever felt like giving up?
looking at the time like there ain’t enough
my hoods real like the streets up in iraq
the only difference is the spokes & the snapbacks
i’m hoping god will look over me
i’m smokin’ weed lookin’ for the highest potency
if i die would anybody remember me?
i hope so, cause i’m smokin’ on the k!lla weed
i said i’m smokin’ on the k!lla weed
i’m living in the same place where the k!llas be
at times i feel i had the same tendencies
while i’m sippin’ on the lean like in tennessee
shout out to all my enemies
that chill with me & drink up all of my hennessy
yeah i know it sounds f-cked up
but thats the way a young homie had to grow up
i’m troublesome

[hook: king lil g]

[verse 3: young gizmo]
the way i’m smokin’
yeah you know its h-lla loud
when i cruise around
i gotta carry a 30 round
i’m tired of these people tryin’ to hold me down
i’m just another kid tryin’ to make it out
i’m just tryin’ to make my momma proud
see i never had much when i was a child
i ain’t never had no father figure around
all i ever seen was drug dealers moving pounds
only real g’s in my section
thank the lord for all my blessings
i just hope i’m headed in the right direction
i’m a straight up adolescent
i just hope that i could make into heaven

troublesome.. troublesome..

[hook: king lil g]

- young drummer boy lyrics

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