Search results for 'drive slow by lil flip' Page #7

The Prayer

Kevin Gates

Murder for Hire II

2016

gangster shit
Hoe get out your feelings
All on Instagram
Internet beef, lil' dirty stinky bitch
Hate I mean this with all my heart when I tell you
Fuck

shooting my shot lil nigga this a drive by
Alazy depressed then I vent it out huh
Bitch you disgusting like sour kraut huh
I make a hating nigga blackout

Drive by grad night party on the opps block when we pull up we gone decorate
Class of 2020 vision I still got aim when I shoot with my shades
She bounce

like James Brown
Drive slow like I'm from H Town
If you wanna get up, then stay down
What the fuck's the difference
Hustlin', pimpin', murder mittin'

sound stay wet for the ice
Coastguard on my dick when I flyby
Cause I'm swimming in the deep end, fuck a drive-by
Big gang shit, niggas lace up everything

mama trippin on the low
Im overdosing pouring fours 
Halfpint traffic moving slow
Product on loud its that loud come fuck with me
I just bought me a lil

New whip 
New chain 
New bitch 
Give brain 
New kicks 
Lu Kane 
Move bricks 
Switch lanes 
Get cash 
Fuck hoes 
Drive fast 
Sip slow
In reality
We

even hear
(You can't even hear)
Extended clip hanging round off my hip
(You get hit)
It's lil Kodak and you know that I am here
(You know that I'm that

Do the dash
Hop on the freeway
Then I do the dash
Slow down
Time going by
And it's just too fast
Why she thinking
That it's gon last
I been

Drive slow homie
Drive slow homie
You never know homie might need some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
My homie Mali

and it lead
To duffle bagging with a dealer for a key in by the weekend And the roof is in the trunk with all the caution and the patience
Lil room

drop
Flip it back over to the front then pop the top
Pour it slow down that double cup, let the ice spark
Throw the cup in a circle motion like you do

easy man they too far gone
Flip the script haha to the next page
Her life is like a book that’s what ole girl say
Ha what you lying for
She waiting on me

ain't whippin' in a Ford, bitch, I only drive that fast whip (Fast whip)
You gettin' slow money, cause I get that cash quick (Cash quick)
I get that cash

flips on it, she acrobatic
Do this shit easy, it's a habit
Said that she miss me
I can't grasp it
I'm back home, lil baby, I've had it
I'm back home, lil

Mix the liquor
With a smooth soul
How you call me
On the flip phone
This is too fast
Now you move it slow
You
She wanna pull up, been calling for me
Her

Philly
Point Breeze
ToBeCeen
Yeah

Every time nigga mind
Racing I drive
Through ma city slow
Everyday nigga mind racing I smoke
Do you feel me
Every

coming around
Oh you should learn not to make a sound
No sound
Step by step, on the road you trip
You wanna take a stand but you flip flip flip
Where where

on it 'til you moaning and yo' body weak and folding
Prolly think it's over, flip you over, then I goes in
With or without emotion
Fuck you slow to yo'

The way I drive in the morning like I do the dash
Don't got no time to waste, but I waste time at anytime
Sick in the head, I'm barely good at anytime
Flip

drink
It like liquor sit low
Drive slow but my whip is still quicker
Bigger my rockets, bigger my pockets
I bought the store and I have 'em restock it

6. Drive

Live fast, drive slow

Live fast, drive slow

Money Verse

Come and kick it with the team
The party's
over here Let me
show you what I mean

6. Drive

Live fast, drive slow

Live fast, drive slow

Money Verse

Come and kick it with the team
The party's
over here Let me
show you what I mean

this corner, MC Ryan D
And up next is 2Pacalypse

Yo I can rock it on a slow tip
Don't flip, cause I can do this
No shit, won't trip, ain't nothin'