Drumline lyrics

[Intro]
Damjonboi

[Verse 1: Damjonboi]
Now everybody wanna know when I'ma drop
I guess them n*ggas thought I wasn't gon' hit the block
This sh*t damn near got me rich [?] stop
Don't wannna hear about your baby daddy, b*tch, give me top
You rock another n*gga's sh*t, boy, you a lame
I ain't gon' lie, last year, I did my thing
Wack a pus*y n*gga over feddy, f*ck some fame
I'm only f*cking with the gang, you n*ggas strange
Could've took your ass to work, but you a pus*y
You n*ggas slid, ain't hit sh*t, them n*ggas rookys
Forever chasing bankrolls, I gotta have it
Get off them perkies, grab them choppers and get active
I got a play I gotta make, a stop on [?]
This ho done swallowed everything, b*tch, you a savage
You can't compare me to them n*ggas, 'cause they average
Just talked to Slim, I gotta take a trip to Dalace
b*tch, this one for Beezy
30 K on my neck, my sh*t freezy
Dropped a mansion in the sticks, that sh*t was easy
I really motivate the thugs, I think I'm Jeezy

[Chorus: Damjonboi]
A different day, a different dollar, getting to this pape
They said we ain't cut like that for real, had to demenstrate
Hellcats back to back, paint look like Tropicana
Jump out with a drum, hit him with that cannon
Hit him with that cannon
Hop out with that drum, hit him with that cannon
Hit him with that cannon
Hop out with a drum, hit him with [?]
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
b*tch, let's get one thing straight
I will line you n*ggas up, that's one thing straight
8 chains around my neck, not one thing fake
Sware to God these n*ggas 12, like 138
Yeah, b*tch, we up that scope, we don't get even with them
Skervy n*gga, I hit a n*gga pint and drink it with him
Sware these n*ggas turn to hoes, if you ain't eating with them
Matter fact, don't ask about no n*gga if you don't see me with him
Yeah, real street n*gga, never change for nothing
Heard you bought ice and got it took, you got a chain for nothing
Eh, got it out the mut, yo, we came from nothing
Diss me, and be another rap n*gga slain in public
We already had exotics, you was getting [?]
Made a million in my bunk, sitting in the feds
n*ggas plotting on they mans, just to get a bag
For a couple grand, I'll have lil gang hit him in his hand

[Chorus: Damjonboi]
A different day, a different dollar, getting to this pape
They said we ain't cut like that for real, had to demenstrate
Hellcats back to back, paint look like Tropicana
Jump out with a drum, hit him with that cannon
Hit him with that cannon
Hop out with that drum, hit him with that cannon
Hit him with that cannon
Hop out with a drum, hit him with [?]