Lyrics:
talkin 'bout
That circle around the skittle
In the middle you put in your mouth
But I love ya, baby (Hell naw!)
Titties, If they big or small
That's
inside
Bought another new car, love the way that it glides
Killin' y'all every year is on my mind
I don't gotta say, "What's up" to you (nah), I don't
I love it when this rollie on my wrist
So much diamonds I can't tell what
Time it is, I'm so coo
I said I hate being sober man
What you On? I'm
somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp
backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by
know that, I might go back to my old shit
Bring the fro back, that's a throwback, yeah
Watch your mouth, why you tryna talk like you know somethin'?
like I ain't home
Drivin' by myself, ain't got nowhere to go
I just took two 30s, now I'm in my zone
Are you really here for me? I don't know
Are you
to me baby
Don't love the streets no moe
As story unfolds
Now he higher than gas prices in Stockton
Puff on me want you blow on my exotic
Come close to me
Oh God my IG is like iv to this lifestyle
I buy this shit, take a pic
And you OD on my life files
Shawty get it (get it)
Do it big, Do it good
Work it
to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store
I took a ho to the liquor store
I hit your ho by the liquor store
Boy, you a drunk, think I licked that
Oh God my IG is like iv to this lifestyle
I buy this shit, take a pic
And you OD on my life files
Shawty get it (get it)
Do it big, Do it good
Work it
drivin’ with one headlight
And the signs are sayin’ don’t turn back
Tears are fillin’ up my eyes
I’m tryin’ to stay between the lines
Can’t waste another
and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all
drivin' that boy shit
Smellin' like the shit I just smoked
Jealous 'cause you livin' life broke
Mad 'cause my niggas all paid
Ridin' to some shit I just
[Chorus:]
Diamond in the back with the sun roof open
Drivin Down The Freeway
Eyes real low just singing my song
Drivin Down The Freeway
Life already
I'm back to new
I had to cop a bitch, we not compatible
Team on the line, yeah, the love is all lateral
You can not practice for shit that's not
ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo
He hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
You feel me?
I'm a rhyme artist
Out
a limousine
Or at least a fancy car
But I ended up taking a taxi
'Cause that's how I got this far
You see, ten years ago it was the front seat
Drivin
da set it was hot
Another week another candle light on the corner
After time you grow a custom drivin by like its normal
I can't neva let no goofy shit
or not, I'm bout to come up
What's up with the Cop?
I'll get you in my car, let you work that tongue
Drivin' to my house, we'll have some fun
But this
of people say it's bad for my health
But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all
Grab your mask 'cause we gripping fat stacks
And if you talking back
Then it's
Hello?(woman)
Hey!(man)
Hello?(woman)
Hey women! This is the second time I called you!
So what!(woman)
I decided to update my groove
Partyin hard and stayin
love with a hoe
That don't even want you
Day one nigga by my side said that men don't cry
But it's part of the payment
Hey slow my roll, lookin down
back into my woman from now on (oh girl)
I'm sorry
Said I'm sorry for everything (ohh,
sorry) that I ever done to you (all the things I've done
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