Drive Slow/Rubber

Yeah Yeah Yeah Wooo Shawty don't say you gonna ride if you ain't gonna ride Cause we don't play that shit Gotta be ready to die bout mine all the time That's just the way we live Moles right in my face and I hate Enrique Inglesias No face, no trace In a different state, it's a different alias Tell my bros drive slow when you see them hoes and put them hazards on She ain't know I sold, came home without the load Like "why you glad it's gone?" rag&bone on her ass at home Yours out here like a bag of bones Came in the door and I had it on Give a woman my feelings, I can't condone I just done had me a mini depression Guess someone answered my enemies' blessings Now I'm up, you can't tell me nothing Now I'm up, you can't tell me nothing Blocked her number, not finna be stressing Stand on my shit, my new shit from Seat Pleasant Stand on the couches whenever we clubbing Stand on the couch in your house And I promise you Ain't nobody finna tell me nothing Nah, I ain't fuckin with ya if brodie can't vouch Cause this business about how well we trust them In the club standing on couches The pack trying to shout Now I look like Penelope's husband Playa shit like I'm Bill Belamy's cousin Woke up like a n***a fell asleep stunting We hold up in the cellars and dungeons Think these drogas is telling me something Paranoia mixed with paraphernalia With cops round my way now I'm very familiar Still hoping that they unaware we the dealers Vintage in volumes, I'm wearing regalia She naked still wearing concealer Before she proceeded to give me the chokey She made sure she tied up her hair like Matilda And now I know way too many hairdos And I dropped out of college with the Bears too Back and forth out Baltimore to DC On the Marc train with the loud fare too And me and Tyrell posted up and Velvet But back in the day it was ELC Drive slow on a Creep like GLC meets TLC in her CLE Look Shawty don't say you gonna ride if you ain't gonna ride Cause we don't play that shit Gotta be ready to die bout mine all the time That's just the way we live Moles right in my face and I hate Enrique Inglesias No face, no trace In a different state, it's a different alias Tell my bros drive slow when you see them hoes and put them hazards on She ain't know I sold, came home without the load Like "why you glad it's gone?" rag&bone on her ass at home Yours out here like a bag of bones Came in the door and I had it on Give a woman my feelings, I can't condone All my brothers zig zags We don't smoke zig zags Zaza exclusives in my Bambu Hemp wraps Stand on my word, if I said it I ce-meant that Starters but my whole team with me, where my bench at? And your plug always dryer, it's a lint trap Opps wishy washy, they ain't really trying to spin back Heaven sent, girl, but you probably getting sent back Sinbad, I can't see through the act And the car go Shazaam Like Shaq down the beltway While that new Capital-Tyrell play Zaza grams come from Lalaland, LA Baby girl if I'm worth it, well wait Finna fuck your girl to my mixtape And mail it to her spot Pull up and check the mail tape Early bird release sneakers make her tail shake Early bird in the streets trying to tail shake Protecting my energies Caps in the house and the rest of them enemies Caps in the house with the extras, amenities Girl, before I bless you with anything I want to know all of your side effects and your tendencies Serve in the club, can't get less than the entry fee N***as going to work you for less cause you finicky Thinking you blessed them Like "better remember me" But if they do, they going to work you in public If I see danger, I flirt with it Fuck it I got some anger to work on But fuck it Most of my hangers for shirts made of rubber Luxury fabrics can't go on no wires You can tell that you don't know no attire We not the same rating, my mojo is higher Fuego, flames, rojo, on fire Downtown with pack like gogo flyers I need an Amber or Kim or Alexis Shawty want to start-up with Capitals, huh? Then get mad when I wasn't invested Barley remembered my number to text it Never said 'Delivered' under the message Ran up my money Might run up a marathon Run a campaign But, dawg, fuck an election Yeah Protecting my energies Caps in the house and the rest of them enemies Caps in the house with the extras, amenities Girl, before I bless you with anything I want to know all of your side effects and your tendencies Serve in the club, can't get less than the entry fee N***as going to work you for less cause you finicky Thinking you blessed them Like "better remember me" But if they do, they going to work you in public If I see danger, I flirt with it Fuck it I got some anger to work on But fuck it Most of my hangers for shirts made of rubber Capital Ye bitch