Lyrics:
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
shots
But they wouldn't back down
All I remember is sirens
Blue lights flashin' and drivin'
Dirt lane passin' and flyin'
Tearin' through the red
shots
But they wouldn't back down
All I remember is sirens
Blue lights flashin' and drivin'
Dirt lane passin' and flyin'
Tearin' through the red
down the free way
Paranoid, hella wired and I was drivin for 3 days
I almost dropped the body parts off at the truck stop
Hella tired
Like for 2
I got da chevey sittin' high, by matchin' corna' ties, Michael Jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride (jizzal man)
I got a man in da trunk, I'm
Yo whas up B, I'm goin to the Bronx
Yo I'm out, yo I'm outta here Psych
He's on the corner man, jumpin a truck
This joint right here
I dedicate
Caddy pulled over and let us by
Now all of a sudden she started a knocken
And down in the depths she started a rockin'
I looked in the mirror, a red
I'm a true mother fucker, I'm just tryna make my bread and butter off of this shit
Man it's no wonder that my hungers always drivin' me
This undeniably
pullin me now by my wrist oh
Covered in jewelries
Couple zeros in the bank
Riddin on a full-road truck
Spinnin with full tank
Got the hoes and some
lines
Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime
Got low eyes, but still don't try me
I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah
pool up in the roof, I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having things, diamond chains
Doin' it till my money came
Everything don't need to be addressed
The pull-ups like a FedEx truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800-Call-My-Bluff
Wake your
There ain't a damn man in Dallas
Who wouldn't put a ring on my hand
Red dirt queen of the palace
I'm runnin' through 'em like a watering can
My
Berner what up nigga
It's that Urban Farmer shit
It's that drivin' slow in a fast car
Burnin' weed
A zip underneath the seat
Uh
I'm, drinkin'
Still chased by the devil that I'm leavin' behind
And so I'm
Drivin' to Kalifornia
I'm drivin' to Kalifornia
Got a full tank of gas and I
man's body
She's like music
She's my soul
The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up
The Soul Cadillac is in me
Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck
By
on the side
You could feel the tension, man, what a ride
I said, "Hold on, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me go by
Then
on the side
You could feel the tension, man, what a ride
I said, "Hold on, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me go by
Then
insisted on drivin'
When we said no
Nah guys, y'know? I can drive myself home, man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when I feel nice (are
insisted on drivin'
When we said no
Nah guys, y'know? I can drive myself home, man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when I feel nice (are
travelin' and women and friends
And all the stupid situations we get ourselves in
I woke up in the desert by a lake in my truck
I was drivin' all night,
like any man you'll ever know
When you see him on the road, say hello
Look for the truck drivin’ man from North Dakota
He crossed the Mississippi
More
Aye yo K you cooked this up
Drivin' the boat
Drivin' the Benz
We finna' float
We ain't gon' land
I gotta go
I gotta spend
I am the goat
I am the man
(Bitch)
Shit is crazy it’s drivin’ me insane (Ugh)
Makaveil and it’s runnin’ threw my body (Gang)
I’m so sorry man I feel like I’m Scottie (Woah)
I got
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