Drumma Boy

[Intro] Hey! [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Drummer boy turn into drummer man Not typical marching band, shawties with gunner hands Understand, really don't give a damn Gunner man, killer man, even his own from the motherland Brother man, what's in your pocket? No other dang contraband, hundred stacks out up in rubber bands Give a damn, sort of like Benjamin Button man Gunnin', gunnin', runnin', runnin' Young'ins might feel a bit faster, do it faster Cost me the thread off my head 'cause I have to, I'm a master Sick of my government, shit got me sick to my stomach Your ignorance a bliss, thinkin' by rich to the sufferin' There's kids without nothin' but clips and they drummin' Gunnin', gunnin', runnin' [Chorus: Santigold] And they shooting, [on the hill?] And thе bodies, in the field And thе bodies, in the field And they shooting, [on the hill?] [Break: A$AP Rocky & Santigold] Ooooo, hoooooooo ([?]) Ooooo, hoooooooo ([?]) Ooooo, hoooooooo ([?]) Ooooo, hoooooooo ([?]) Pum pa-pum pa-pum, pum pa-pum pa-pum Pum pa-pum pa-pum, pum pa-pum pa-pum [Outro] Hey!