Drift
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get the cash you know it's gon' last
You talking 'bout fast 200 the dash (Dash)
No I ain't going out sad
You throwing them shots and we throwing it back (Throwing it back)
Uh, that yellow tape boul get out the way
And I call up on Dre bitch he got a Drac (Drac)
And I stay on my own cause niggas fake (Fake)
And you ask how I'm doing I say, "I'm straight" (Straight)
If I got a lil' problem I call up on Tina
This shit finna roar this shit getting meaner
Can't fuck with a whore cause that bitch a eater
Will not give a word no I will not greet her
You see the flash then I'm finna the dash
You talk about her don't give a fuck what you had (Had)
Steady be chatting I bet that's yo last (Last)
This right on my hip and you know I'ma grab (Grab)
Uh, you know that I'm booming on niggas
Uh huh, you know that we pulling them triggers
Uh huh, we send 'em to hell you know that's his home
Don't question yo bitch just know that we grown
When I'm in this mode, toting that chopper I tote
You just like a paper you fold (Oh)
Scaring lil bro give em heart attack (Attack)
When I kill it's no heart attached
They say they get back but they never get back (Back)
Got the knock on my hip never lack
Stay in the 'Ville this my home, yeah
And I'm always alone (Always alone)
Bitch I got eyes on you like a drone, yeah (Like a drone)
Yea we see what you on
Uh, yeah I'm trynna fuck on his mom (Uh)
I'm trynna stir up the drama
Fucking with me then there's karma
Might just go take her to Starbucks
If you calling me petty get ready (Petty)
If you talkin' that shit then you dead b (Dead)
Look in the sky that shit like confetti
I tell no lies while high off a eddie
Can't say yo goodbyes
Yeah you dead that's the only fly
If I got a lil' problem I call up on Tina
This shit finna roar this shit getting meaner
Can't fuck with a whore cause that bitch a eater
Will not give a word no I will not greet her
Bitch I'm a mastermind (Mind)
Making songs to past the time (Time)
And I swear I been all on a grind (Grind)
All this pain shed a tear yeah I'm crying (Crying)
And I hate when these bitches be lying (Lying)
You can talk but not changing my mind (Mind)
Yeah we all been through shit
But you don't get the drift
Nah, you don't get the drift
I'm finna light that boy up like a spliff (Like a spliff)
Was second, he gone, now that boy a myth
You know that I'm strong I'm keeping my grip
You know we send shots at whoever he with
You know if I catch 'em, we catch 'em, we dip
All my opps mad and they throwing a fit
And I'm loving the feeling when I catch a hit
Uh huh, catch me a bag (Catch me a bag)
Talk about me then I mention the dead (The dead)
Talk about patient, that boy on the meds
Let's talk about it I put you in grass
Just cause you the bro you ain't getting a pass
Got some new opps, they get embarrassed
They finna fly, they finna perish
Toting them props, that get you buried
That get you buried, uh huh
Bitch this FNB, ain't heard of us huh?
Going to the top, like where am I going?
I will never stop, I'm here and I'm on
Shed a tear for my homie I'm grown
Swear that I'm grown
I'm with that bitch I'm there and I'm gone
We all get them feelings, we feeling alone
The devil tryn' get you and put you on hold (On hold)
I get the cash you know it's gon' last
You talking 'bout fast 200 the dash (Dash)
No I ain't going out sad
You throwing them shots and we throwing it back (Throwing it back)
Uh, that yellow tape boul get out the way
And I call up on Dre bitch he got a Drac (Drac)
And I stay on my own cause niggas fake (Fake)
And you ask how I'm doing I say, "I'm straight" (Straight)
If I got a lil' problem I call up on Tina
This shit finna roar this shit getting meaner
Can't fuck with a whore cause that bitch a eater
Will not give a word no I will not greet her
You see the flash then I'm finna the dash
You talk about her don't give a fuck what you had (Had)
Steady be chatting I bet that's yo last (Last)
This right on my hip and you know I'ma grab (Grab)
Uh, you know that I'm booming on niggas
Uh huh, you know that we pulling them triggers
Uh huh, we send 'em to hell you know that's his home
Don't question yo bitch just know that we grown
When I'm in this mode, toting that chopper I tote
You just like a paper you fold (Oh)
Scaring lil bro give em heart attack (Attack)
When I kill it's no heart attached
They say they get back but they never get back (Back)
Got the knock on my hip never lack
Stay in the 'Ville this my home, yeah
And I'm always alone (Always alone)
Bitch I got eyes on you like a drone, yeah (Like a drone)
Yea we see what you on
Uh, yeah I'm trynna fuck on his mom (Uh)
I'm trynna stir up the drama
Fucking with me then there's karma
Might just go take her to Starbucks
If you calling me petty get ready (Petty)
If you talkin' that shit then you dead b (Dead)
Look in the sky that shit like confetti
I tell no lies while high off a eddie
Can't say yo goodbyes
Yeah you dead that's the only fly
If I got a lil' problem I call up on Tina
This shit finna roar this shit getting meaner
Can't fuck with a whore cause that bitch a eater
Will not give a word no I will not greet her
Bitch I'm a mastermind (Mind)
Making songs to past the time (Time)
And I swear I been all on a grind (Grind)
All this pain shed a tear yeah I'm crying (Crying)
And I hate when these bitches be lying (Lying)
You can talk but not changing my mind (Mind)
Yeah we all been through shit
But you don't get the drift
Nah, you don't get the drift
I'm finna light that boy up like a spliff (Like a spliff)
Was second, he gone, now that boy a myth
You know that I'm strong I'm keeping my grip
You know we send shots at whoever he with
You know if I catch 'em, we catch 'em, we dip
All my opps mad and they throwing a fit
And I'm loving the feeling when I catch a hit
Uh huh, catch me a bag (Catch me a bag)
Talk about me then I mention the dead (The dead)
Talk about patient, that boy on the meds
Let's talk about it I put you in grass
Just cause you the bro you ain't getting a pass
Got some new opps, they get embarrassed
They finna fly, they finna perish
Toting them props, that get you buried
That get you buried, uh huh
Bitch this FNB, ain't heard of us huh?
Going to the top, like where am I going?
I will never stop, I'm here and I'm on
Shed a tear for my homie I'm grown
Swear that I'm grown
I'm with that bitch I'm there and I'm gone
We all get them feelings, we feeling alone
The devil tryn' get you and put you on hold (On hold)
Credits
Writer(s): Avante Harper
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