Lyrics Lil Drumma Girl - Slimeroni

Pouring fours
Busting doors
Me and my bro just fucked yo hoe
Got the strap
In my lap
Play with Slime you gone get clapped

Heard you not bout the shit that you rap about
Never held a gun never seen a trap
Never sold a zip not even a gram
We robbed your partner and he pissed his pants
My niggas out here got warrants
I'll hide all the shit for him
My daddy aint from the U.S. so they think the kid is foreign
Im finna be touring im from the "M"
Look at these diamonds look at these gems
I got pounds i aint talking bout gyms
Hit yo dome with the chrome i aint talking bout rims woah
VVS make a tight fist
Im shitting on em now they all pissed
Got an apple watch on my right wrist
Niggas hoes acting like a floozie bitch
Big B's i sting like a hornet
Cant kick it yall niggas informants
Im balling MJ should endorse me
Moonrocks got me outta orbit
Three of us only one mattress
Being homeless only fueled the madness
Struggle it build character
Been thru it i aint playing fair

With the gang
You cant hang
Over here we dont do lames
Drugs on deck
Guns on deck
My foot on these niggas neck

You aint from the streets you from sesame
You smoking spice yeah that sesame
Bout mid as hell with hella seeds
Start a forest fire blowing hella trees
This wood im smoking a log
Im a mangey mutt and a dog
Whole gang come thru equipped
Semi-automatic stashed in the whip
My big homie said i dont capp in my raps
Dont come in my face about this and that
I seen it i lived it i did it its done
Blow smoke in your face if you really want some
Adding these bands i gotta get sum
Dont go shit for a bitch or a crumb for a bum
Drum on the pistol go pa rum pa pum pum
Drum on the pistol go pa rum pa pum pum