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Still waiting for a big smile out of you You're up 2-0, what's the story, are you not happy? Or you're only half-happy? Or— What's there to be happy about? You're up 2-0 Job's not finished The job finished? No, I don't think so Uh, look, we landslidin' (Landslidin') It's DrumWork, bitch, we landslidin' (Uh-huh) My man slidin', like doors on the caravan, got 'em (Brr) Diggin' in that pot, I can't keep my hands out it (Uh-huh) So you ain't gettin' a damn dollar (Not a penny, nigga) I call my shooter Dame Dolla, it's written all on his face He can't hide it, he itchin' to catch a damn body (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Yeah (Brr), yeah, he itchin' to catch a damn body (Uh) Look, Saint Patrick's Day 1 lows (Uh-huh), I shamrocked it Yes, I copped it, my sneaker problem got bands hoppin' Right up out of my pants pockets The Yeezy 1s, I copped the tan option (Right) Stüssy Dunk highs, they had the brown and tan ASICS Rocked 'em once and then I flipped 'em for the damn profits (Let's get it) A fly nigga with advanced knowledge, yeah (You know that, haha) DrumWork (Talk that talk), we fly niggas with advanced knowledge, look SongtexteI dotted my I's and I crossed my T's (Uh-huh) You want a feature from Con', it's gon' cost you cheese (I need a bag) I did it bigger and took it further than they believed One bracelet, it's two artist advances on my sleeve (Uh, hahaha) I'm fresher than patent leather shinin', I rock the C's (Uh-huh) Retro 4's with the S on the tongue, Christopher Reeves (Woo) I killed 'em, all they saw is red, like the Khaled 3's My shorty and me, like the Kobe 9's, a masterpiece, goddamn (Come on) Yeah, I'm Armani every three, shoutout my brother Skeese He threw 'em to me like breeze (Good looks, my nigga) I rocked the black strings in my Chicago SBs In two drops, made four hundred thousand from tees, nigga Supreme box logos on the hill, it's box logos on the T (Facts) Black sprayed all over, my up-tempo thirty-threes (Facts) I'm tip-toein' through my cousin vintage, like a gymnast (What up?) They keep me fresh to death, just like a fuckin' life sentence Retro 3's, light Lennon, with the campus on the others (Uh-huh) And they must respect the Drum, 'cause we demand it, motherfucker Sold ten 'cause I'm a hustler, got the hammer with the muffler That's the TEC with air holes and I'ma blam this motherfucker (Boom, boom, boom) Hundred bands on the band, my wrist dancin' like it's Usher (Hahaha) Tryna chill, but understand, you force my hand and I'ma touch you, nigga (Brr) I'ma get you, nigga We ain't playin', nigga DrumWork, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania