Driveway
Got a lil shawty fucking with me
From the city
Hunnid down the highway Someone hit a buck fitty
Lookin at me sideways like the Limit wasn't sixty
But if that ain't how you whipin You ain't get in there quickly
Sparkin up the driveway know I Got the drops with me
Walkin in and my momma Staring at me like Im gritty
Don't you worry mama this boy In that I got this committee
I'm just Sorry that it took a little Bit to get committed
Had to switch it up so I got my Own driveway
With a yard, and a room for the Car my way anytime that I Wanna Hit it raw when I know That I Really dont want kids it's a flaw, Fly away
Like you running from a Problem You can't solve, gettin Lost in the Sauce what's the cost Don't get Lost on the way
Ya I'm working like I'm Kobe in The fall, im a call I'm a change to The game like I'm James with the Trey
Ooooh
With the trey
Take a Step back take a look What you say
Take a couple seconds out yo Fucking day
Listen you know that just all that It really take
That's just all it really takes
I know that this world full of Fakes
Full of fakes
You don't want a taste
Not a taste
I just want my way
All the way
God damn I don't know what the Fuck I wanna say
Look Im just having fun with the Verse
Im a just another motherfucker On the planet earth
Why I feel like we just living in a Globe on a shelf and we really Aint shit like some motherfuckin Dirt
I know that I turn to Mary but She really not a nurse
I know people that are married And they thinkin its a curse
I know Time is money gotta Figure what we worth
Know a lot a people rather see You dead in a hearse
Put that workin
Quit yo lurking
Got my duffel aint no Berkin
If you found it quit yo searching
Quit that job if you be clerkin
Cut that shit out like a surgeon
Kick that shit like you was jerkin
And whatever you about to do You kill that shit you murkin
Im a southpaw
From the south
and I kinda like my music really Loud
only talk about the shit that im About
And you trust it if its only Coming from my mouth
Oooh
Hit the trey
Take a setback take a look at What you say
Take a couple seconds out yo Fuckin day
Listen you that just all it really Take
That's just all it really takes
I know that this world full of Fakes
Full of fakes
You don't want a taste
Not a taste
I just want my way
All the way
God damn I don't know what the Fuck I wanna say
From the city
Hunnid down the highway Someone hit a buck fitty
Lookin at me sideways like the Limit wasn't sixty
But if that ain't how you whipin You ain't get in there quickly
Sparkin up the driveway know I Got the drops with me
Walkin in and my momma Staring at me like Im gritty
Don't you worry mama this boy In that I got this committee
I'm just Sorry that it took a little Bit to get committed
Had to switch it up so I got my Own driveway
With a yard, and a room for the Car my way anytime that I Wanna Hit it raw when I know That I Really dont want kids it's a flaw, Fly away
Like you running from a Problem You can't solve, gettin Lost in the Sauce what's the cost Don't get Lost on the way
Ya I'm working like I'm Kobe in The fall, im a call I'm a change to The game like I'm James with the Trey
Ooooh
With the trey
Take a Step back take a look What you say
Take a couple seconds out yo Fucking day
Listen you know that just all that It really take
That's just all it really takes
I know that this world full of Fakes
Full of fakes
You don't want a taste
Not a taste
I just want my way
All the way
God damn I don't know what the Fuck I wanna say
Look Im just having fun with the Verse
Im a just another motherfucker On the planet earth
Why I feel like we just living in a Globe on a shelf and we really Aint shit like some motherfuckin Dirt
I know that I turn to Mary but She really not a nurse
I know people that are married And they thinkin its a curse
I know Time is money gotta Figure what we worth
Know a lot a people rather see You dead in a hearse
Put that workin
Quit yo lurking
Got my duffel aint no Berkin
If you found it quit yo searching
Quit that job if you be clerkin
Cut that shit out like a surgeon
Kick that shit like you was jerkin
And whatever you about to do You kill that shit you murkin
Im a southpaw
From the south
and I kinda like my music really Loud
only talk about the shit that im About
And you trust it if its only Coming from my mouth
Oooh
Hit the trey
Take a setback take a look at What you say
Take a couple seconds out yo Fuckin day
Listen you that just all it really Take
That's just all it really takes
I know that this world full of Fakes
Full of fakes
You don't want a taste
Not a taste
I just want my way
All the way
God damn I don't know what the Fuck I wanna say
Credits
Writer(s): Vikas Mohan
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