Drum Lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert

Read the complete Drum Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Uzi Vert’s music, you can also explore Right and Vibe, two other songs by Lil Uzi Vert.

[Intro]
Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?
Yeah, yeah
Count up, one, two, three, four, five
I feel alive, get them M’s, n!gga

[Chorus]
Yeah, automated on the drip, automated on the wrist
Automatic on the stick, automated on the pendant
Automatic on the hit, he automatic on the pavement
Hit his ass with a brick, that’s what his pu*sy-ass get (Pu*sy-ass get)
Put his ass in a ditch, pu*sy-ass n!gga got his ass hit (Pu*sy-ass n!gga), yeah
Pu*sy-ass n!gga done, that pu*sy-ass n!gga, he tried to run
That pu*sy-ass n!gga got shot all in his back (Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
He thought he got shot with a AR but it was a MAC (Blrr, baow, baow)
Not just like you lil’ n!gga, no, I cannot lack, I got one right in my lap, yeah

[Verse]
I slide through the trenches, uh, everyday (Phew)
I got me a baby ‘K (Phew, yeah)
N!gga, know I cannot wait (What?) ’til thе day I gotta spray (Phew, yeah)
Huh, it could be your day (Phеw), n!gga, best try your luck, huh (Luck)
Yeah, fu*k with the Devil, yeah, then you prolly’ll get fu*ked (B!tch)
Huh, talking ’bout your life, yeah, we want your money, your ice, yeah
We want your bips, your wife, yeah, prolly fu*ked that ho twice, yeah
Throw that ho out like some rice, yeah, uh, ’cause I don’t even want her
Yeah, I got my own lover, I am a cold motherfu*ker
Yeah, I’m a cold motherfu*ker
I don’t love no b!tch, but, yes, I love my mother (Hi, mom)
Yeah (Yeah-yeah), whip the stove like my brother (Like my brother), yeah
I swear blood can’t make us close
Pu*sy-ass n!gga Runtz, roll his ass up right in a blunt
Smoking a n!gga, feel this s*it, it’s all in my lungs
They ain’t know R.I.P. bullets was all in my gun (Pu*sy-ass), yeah
Now why the fu*k would I put Hollow Tips all in a drum? (Pu*sy-ass) No
Say you could have my daughter, but that b!tch, she ate up my son
Know I’m the s*it, yeah, my swag is on runs

Fun way, stay with that honeybun
Just like a guitar, her pu*sy, I strum
I get too high, my stomach hurt, need Tums
I popped a Perc’ then I drunk me some rum
I put this s*it all the way through her body
But I release all of this on her tongue

[Chorus]
Yeah, automated on the drip, automated on the wrist
Automatic on the stick, automated on the pendant
Automatic on the hit, he automatic on the pavement
Hit his ass with a brick, that’s what his pu*sy-ass get (Pu*sy-ass get)
Put his ass in a ditch, pu*sy-ass n!gga got his ass hit (Pu*sy-ass n!gga), yeah
Pu*sy-ass n!gga done, that pu*sy-ass n!gga, he tried to run
That pu*sy-ass n!gga got shot all in his back (Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
He thought he got shot with a AR but it was a MAC (Blrr, baow, baow)
Not just like you lil’ n!gga, no, I cannot lack, I got one right in my lap, yeah