Born Ready - Drumma lyrics

Keep your f**ing distance [Verse 1: Gyyps] I ain't a b**h they call the kid the drumma Practice hits is all I did for summer Pack the indo after this and other Bat my wrist and grab my dick for nothing She want to get involved and lick the cum up Came on her lips and all of this is normal Came off the bench, I didn't even need a warm-up Now I'm the sh**, my two cents is like a quarter, aye Hit this, spliff this, ship this All the way to Alabama Then I get rich, still drink Nesquik, still make a wish to Santa Imma hit you hard like I'm a hammer Or a fifth of vodka and a lemon Now I'm pissing off another grandmother with my stance on police having weapons [Hook: Gyyps] Land of the free was a man with a dream I am the ruler to be Stand on my feet in a land full of kings I am the new enemy Land of the free was a man with a dream I am the ruler to be I am the ruler to be I am the new enemy I'm gonna get you to dance I'm gonna get on the floor I'm boutta free up the land I'm boutta start up a war (x2) [Verse 2: Gyyps] I ain't a b**h they call the kid the drumma Practice hits is all I did for summer Yeah I had to testify to court Grew my balls when I was just a boy Hear my demons knocking at the door Keep it locked just like I'm in a Porsche Eating Lunchables just like before And just like I'm poor, I go back and forth, for sure I'm gonna get mine, the kid's all that Keeping a free mind, beneath my hat Keeping this sh** live, like it's Iraq You want a free ride, well piss on that b**h I'm off-white, kiss my a** Skin is so bright, you might step back Live my own right, a prince I am Just a lowlife who miss my fans Chillin with the Girl from Ipanema Hidden in a word I didn't need her You don't want to f** me, I'm a hippie Not a competition, is it really I could run around a track You could prolly piggy on my back I just drive up in on maps And I just put me on the map [Hook] [Outro] I'm gonna get you to dance (Ya**.) (Ya**, b**h, ya** Ya**, b**h ya** Ya** b**h, ya**.) I'm boutta start up a war (Ya**, b**h, ya** Ya**, b**h ya**.) We was just sipping on something, something We was just sipping on something And told them that they ain't doing nothing No I ain't a b**h they call the kid the f**in.. Gutta