Drums Might Wake Ya Mama Up

[Hook]
Drums might wake ya mama up [x7]

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
Drums might wake Obama up
Drums might frighten Donald Trump
Bass make shortie's ass shake
Wish a nigga wasn't awkward, huh
Hood niggas keep the llama tucked
I'm in the club with the Nerf strap
If you hatin' you gettin all that
Know some bitches with the whole clap
And they on twitter tryna rash
With a new vagina rash
I'm incognito: olive drab
All these niggas wanna rap
Doin' dumb shit and they crash
Hot Pocket cut the check
I'm the king of the microwave
Since the aussie cars
Yeah them Tyco days
Now they all callin' me psycho
Name one famous Michael that ain't off the rocker
Get drunk and go Carter
I'm slurring my words so you can't understand me
I'm nice [?]
Drums might fuck your day up
Guarantee I miss the layup
On the late I know I stay up
Smokin craig pulled the J up
Ain't got shit to do today, bruh
Hey bruh

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Vintage Lee]
Okay, shut up bih don't wake your mama, hey
Ain't in the mood for the drama
Pimp & Christmas got the wave
Knew that way back in the day, okay (okay)
Them drums (okay)
Might wake (okay)
Your mama every day (okay)
Where I (okay)
Come from (okay)
Play with drums everyday

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Michael Christmas]
Drums might fuck the party up
Drums might knock Madonna up
Drums might make a car break
AAA, nigga call 'em up
Moms called me in the mornin'
Say the neighbors been complainin'
I say it's the Playstation
Really got the hood shakin'
Hoes dancing making bacon
Snapchatin', gettin paper
Song playin' in the back
Tell your homegirls this just slap
I should get a face tat
I remember K too
I would take a fake nap
And sneak in the kid's bags
And take niggas snacks
My fam used to be like this lil nigga bad
But they can't understand how this lil nigga rap, hm
Family make fun of my pants, hm
Still call me ashy got bent
Turn this shit up at the party
Bitches dancin' on somebody
All my niggas [known as?] shitty
When we comin' to your city
Wake your mama up, let's get it, nigga

[Hook]