Lyrics:
the park, in these ditches
Get my drift
Strictly business
You gone need a lot more than these stitches
These niggas be counterfeit
And it seems like they
tightly?
So you catch my drift like that's tightly?
Counted all the days in the month nightly
Let it run its course over you frightening
Maybe it's time for
drift
I don't wanna trip
If I step backwards
Ima slip on all this drip
Groupies on the list
Feeling like we won the ship
Ain't prayed in a week
But I
fuck any female I pick
My 30 it came wit' a dick
I put your BM in a Lyft
Hop out the foreign, they look at my kicks
So many foreigns like Tokyo Drift
I
greve
Mercenária ,
ô mercenária
sai da minha bota tá lisa a conta bancária
no grau da xr, sandero no drift
tua hora mulher, joga bunda no hit
papo de
Hello, come in, rub your face in the wind
Can you feel it
It's all right to drift where the water is swift
Don't you feel it
Are you ready to ride
then you really gon' see that we wouldn't work out and were never meant to be
You're in my head
In my head
In my head
Smoke too much and I drift away
I
just say that
Jump in the car, put in the keys
Run it to start, pedal to the street
Drift on this beat, do not write lullabies
No drifting to sleep, just
thinking bout peace signs
You can see my struggle, and feel my pain
If you catch my drift, then I guess I'm sane
All love to the fans who respect my flame
bought a switch for the Urus, pulling up with the horsepower
Skrt got the drift with the torque, burning out like a wildfire,
You had to switch up
the district my drift
Swift might have missed it
Peeping thru the peephole ‘noid screaming who is it
It's Lute nigga came to pay a little visit
From the home
some drugs and drift away
Wish I could forget the pain, I got a void in my chest
And a voice in my head telling me when I'm dead
I'll be free from all
See, I have a soul but i’m missing a heart
And if I find it ima probably go and rip it apart
And I lost everything and all did was just drift in the dark
finally catchin my drift
I done ran thru 50 first half of the year
And I still aint broke, must've thought it was a joke
Know my face card good every check
at the table
Like a bitch better have my collard greens and sweet potatoes
Young Mississippi pimp cool breeze catch the drift
Los, without Cain I was Able,
the cullinan
Really drift woah
My girl ain't never been
No broke hoe
Bitches want what they can't have
Missing all the shots they throw
Had to change for
talking bout, switches on the six four make her bounce out
Out in New Jersey we drift through them round-bouts
See my name come in here, what my sound bout
you need me
On a scale of 1 to 10 she's a ten, 10 times
That's 100 if you catch my drift then you know she fine
She hold me down that's why I put her in
surely drift apart
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Really fuckin' sorry, wow
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
grow and leaves drift whenever the wind blow
See a new world a with a new past
A new seat prepped up for a new class
James' granddaddy tuned into
my ears and my mind is on a drift
It's been going on for years and I see it as a gift
Just a moment for myself disconnecting from the world around me
or it gon' drift away
Inside your mind is entwined with chaotic disarray
The path of certainty and doubt is where you richochet
So tell em doubters
drift in a glimpse
Cosmic Demise, crazy, no cap
Makin the money, in the back of the cab
These bitches hatin the way that I rap
They say I mumble, bitch
I'll try out everything
Never limit the shit I want in life to a boundary
Got a snorkel for when corals are getting pulled beyond my drift
Got control
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