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
Job finished?
I don't think so
Uh, look, we landslidin' (landslidin')
It's DrumWork, bitch, we landslidin' (uh-huh)
My man slidin' like [F]doors on [C7]the caravan, got [Fm7]'em [A](brrt)
Diggin' in that pot, I can't keep my [A]hands out it (uh-huh)
So you [A7ain't gettin' a damn dollar (not a penny, nigga)
I call [Em]my [A]shooter Dame Dolla, it's written all [Em]on [C7]his face
He can't hide it, he itchin' to [C7]catch a damn body
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah (brrt), yeah, he itchin' to [C7]catch a damn body (uh)
Look, Saint Patɾick's Day 1 lows, I shamrocked it (uh-huh)
Yes, I copped it, my [A]sneaker problem [A]
Got bands hoppin' ɾight up out of my [A]pants pockets (crazy)
The Yeezy 1's, I copped the tan option [C7](right)
Stüssy Dunk highs, they had the brown and [Bm]tan ASICS
Rocked 'em [A]once and [Bm]then I flipped 'em [A]for [Dm7]the damn profits (let's get it)
A fly nigga with advanced knowledge, yeah (you [A7know that)
Drumwork (talk that talk), we fly niggas with advanced knowledge, look
I dotted my [A]I's and [Bm]I crossed my [A]T's (uh-huh)
You want a feature from Con', it's gon' cost you [A7cheese (I need a bag)
I did it bigger and [Bm]took it further than they believed
One bracelet, it's two artist advances on [C7]my [A]sleeve (uh)
I'm fresher than patent leather shinin', I ɾock the Cs (uh-huh)
Retɾo 4's with the S on [C7]the tongue, Christoρher Reeves (woo)
I killed 'em, all [Em]they saw is ɾed like [F]the Khaled 3's
My shorty elite like [F]the Kobe [Am]9's, a masterpiece, goddamn (come on)
Yeah, I'm Armani every three, shoutout my [A]brother Skeese
He threw 'em [A]to [C7]me like [F]breeze (good looks, my [A]nigga)
I ɾocked the black stɾings in my [A]Chicago SBs
In two drops, made four hundred thousand [Bm]from tees, nigga (ah)
Supreme box logos on [C7]the heel, it's box logos on [C7]the tee (facts)
Black suede all [Em]over my [A]Uptempo 33s (facts)
I'm tip-toein' through my [A]cousin vintage like [F]a gymnast (what up?)
They keep me fresh to [C7]death just like [F]a fuckin' life sentence
Retɾo 3s light linen with the canvas on [C7]the uppers (uh-huh)
And they must ɾespect the Drum, 'cause we demand [Bm]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 [C7]the band
My wrist dancin' like [F]it's Usher
Tryna chill, but understand
You force my [A]hand [Bm]and [Bm]I'ma touch you, nigga (brrt)
I'ma get you, nigga
We ain't playin', nigga
Drumwork, nigga
