[Intro]
Drumma Boy
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent you a contract, what you signing for?
I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Bring a stick to every show, push the broom, no Mop & Glo
Told my goons to clear the room and kill ya soon, ya gotta go
Play, ya lay, that's where you'll stay, try me, be nowhere to go
Pulled up at the Texaco, shot him in his testicles
Turned him to a vegetable, we fed him shells not vegetables
We at the hospital 'cause we heard you still in critical
Double back, triple back, quadruple, cut throat, we don't give a fuck 'bout nothin'
Walk a nigga down Sunday, throw it up Magic Monday
Pockets full of money, you a monkey nigga with monkey children
Country boys be buckin' love, how I cook, my wrist into it
All I think is money, I don't need no money, don't need no jewelry
Loyalty or nothin', 1017 to embalming fluid
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent you a contract, what you signing for?
I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore
Drumma Boy
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent you a contract, what you signing for?
I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Bring a stick to every show, push the broom, no Mop & Glo
Told my goons to clear the room and kill ya soon, ya gotta go
Play, ya lay, that's where you'll stay, try me, be nowhere to go
Pulled up at the Texaco, shot him in his testicles
Turned him to a vegetable, we fed him shells not vegetables
We at the hospital 'cause we heard you still in critical
Double back, triple back, quadruple, cut throat, we don't give a fuck 'bout nothin'
Walk a nigga down Sunday, throw it up Magic Monday
Pockets full of money, you a monkey nigga with monkey children
Country boys be buckin' love, how I cook, my wrist into it
All I think is money, I don't need no money, don't need no jewelry
Loyalty or nothin', 1017 to embalming fluid
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent you a contract, what you signing for?
I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore
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