Michael Christmas - Drums Might Wake Ya Mama Up lyrics

[Hook] Drums might wake ya mama up [x7] [Verse 1: Michael Christmas] Drums might wake Obama up Drums might frighten Donald Trump Ba** make shortie's a** shake Wish a n***a wasn't awkward, huh Hood n***as keep the llama tucked I'm in the club with the Nerf strap If you hatin' you gettin all that Know some b**hes with the whole clap And they on twitter tryna rash With a new vagina rash I'm incognito: olive drab All these n***as wanna rap Doin' dumb sh** and they crash Hot Pocket cut the check I'm the king of the microwave Since the aussie cars Yeah them Tyco days Now they all callin' me psycho Name one famous Michael that ain't off the rocker Get drunk and go Carter I'm slurring my words so you can't understand me I'm nice [?] Drums might f** your day up Guarantee I miss the layup On the late I know I stay up Smokin craig pulled the J up Ain't got sh** to do today, bruh Hey bruh [Hook] [Verse 2: Vintage Lee] Okay, showed up [?] your mama, hey Ain't in the mood for the drama Pimpin' Christmas got the wave Knew that way back in the day, okay (okay) No drums (okay) My way (okay) Your mama every day (okay) [?] (okay) For fun (okay) [?] everyday [Hook] [Verse 3: Michael Christmas] Drums might f** the party up Drums might knock Madonna up Drums might make a car break AAA, n***a call 'em up Moms called me in the mornin' Say the neighbors been complainin' I say it's the Playstation Really got the hood shakin' Hoes dancing making bacon Snapchatin', gettin paper Song playin' in the back Tell your homegirls this just slap I should get a face tat I remember K too I would take a fake nap And sneak in the kid's bags And take n***as snacks My fam used to be like this lil n***a bad But they can't understand how this lil n***a rap, hm Family make fun of my pants, hm Still call me ashy got bent Turn this sh** up at the party b**hes dancin' on somebody All my n***as [known as?] sh**ty When we comin' to your city Wake your mama up, let's get it, n***a [Hook]