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!