Isthatfr0st, Jeesh, YOUNG$TER, Jhbboss, Aerial Ace, Ty Wild - Lil Drummer Jit Lyrics

I just pulled up in the stable
Like "What the fuck up in this bitch?"
Folk done came from America dick
Just to bang with the sticks, we some Lil Drummer Jits
Been fire chopping, that's how we get down
I know Mary gon' fuck with the sound
Lil Baby J, you the GOAT
Lemme give you a beat
Where the fuck are your opps, they get downed
(Bow) Pilate a bitch, get the round
(Bow) Satan gon' get stomped out
And fuck all the feds, they killing these kids
So they on the list to get popped
Walked to this bitch from afar
Talk on the gang and we bah
All I got in here is me and my drum, so what's up with it
We finna hit right now
Yeah huh Lil Drummer Jit
If that nigga talkin', We ain't throwin' fists
30 round drum is the clip
Pa rum pum pum pum when its poppin' and shit
He talk on my prophets, I'm slidin' for Christ
Bring heat in the winter, I'm leavin' em iced
Got hollows for holidays it's Merry Blickmas
Send him to Jesus he up in the sky
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not try to play dumb
Boy already knew what it was
Let it sing like choir on Sunday for fun
He get rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not try to play dumb
Boy already knew what it was
Let it sing like choir on Sunday for fun
He get rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum
Don't kiss me bitch, kiss a missile
Switch my stick paradiddle
He ain't no jit, he a skittle
Boy needa shape up, blade gon' chisel
He in his heart majorette make em dance on a drum pattern
Big smoke finna poke, make ya lungs cavern
Egg his noggin we up in a rum tavern
Sayin' son Santa
Son stay with a bag in the sleigh
My bae, she slay, I stay in my bag
Hood Christmas, snow stay gettin' slinged in the trap
I'm making it rain from the rafters
Get that boy touched like he stained by a pastor
Acquire the chop let it sing at the masses
Lil drummers with sticks and we trappin'
Stick with a drum to his hat and it clap him
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not try to play dumb
Boy already knew what it was
Let it sing like choir on Sunday for fun
He get rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not try to play dumb
Boy already knew what it was
Let it sing like choir on Sunday for fun
He get rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum

I just pulled up in the stable
Like "What the fuck up in this bitch?"
Folk done came from America dick
Just to bang with the sticks, we some Lil Drummer Jits
Been fire chopping, that's how we get down
I know Mary gon' fuck with the sound
Lil Baby J, you the GOAT
Lemme give you a beat
Where the fuck are your opps, they get downed
(Bow) Pilate a bitch, get the round
(Bow) Satan gon' get stomped out
And fuck all the feds, they killing these kids
So they on the list to get popped
Walked to this bitch from afar
Talk on the gang and we bah
All I got in here is me and my drum, so what's up with it
We finna hit right now
Yeah huh Lil Drummer Jit
If that nigga talkin', We ain't throwin' fists
30 round drum is the clip
Pa rum pum pum pum when its poppin' and shit
He talk on my prophets, I'm slidin' for Christ
Bring heat in the winter, I'm leavin' em iced
Got hollows for holidays it's Merry Blickmas
Send him to Jesus he up in the sky
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not try to play dumb
Boy already knew what it was
Let it sing like choir on Sunday for fun
He get rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not try to play dumb
Boy already knew what it was
Let it sing like choir on Sunday for fun
He get rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum
Don't kiss me bitch, kiss a missile
Switch my stick paradiddle
He ain't no jit, he a skittle
Boy needa shape up, blade gon' chisel
He in his heart majorette make em dance on a drum pattern
Big smoke finna poke, make ya lungs cavern
Egg his noggin we up in a rum tavern
Sayin' son Santa
Son stay with a bag in the sleigh
My bae, she slay, I stay in my bag
Hood Christmas, snow stay gettin' slinged in the trap
I'm making it rain from the rafters
Get that boy touched like he stained by a pastor
Acquire the chop let it sing at the masses
Lil drummers with sticks and we trappin'
Stick with a drum to his hat and it clap him
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not try to play dumb
Boy already knew what it was
Let it sing like choir on Sunday for fun
He get rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not try to play dumb
Boy already knew what it was
Let it sing like choir on Sunday for fun
He get rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum