I Drive He Shoot

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TooTrenchy

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Ayy, if it's three cups den I'm prolly sippin' Hi-Tec
I stood ina trap, ian have to touch Pyrex
I'm still alive in dese streets, that's my flex
Stay ina cut nd I wait to see who die next
Remember I was low? Ain know when I'd get high next

Now I smoke out tha bowl, dead opps in dis blunt I just lit up his soul
Stake out tha spot, we wait till he come home
Ian come grillz till I fucked up tha stove

Stainless frame and tha rest see thru
Backdoor cut when I drive,  he shoot
Ion mobb ina hood, niggas gotta breeze through
Broad day, broadcast, still scream free you

Swish fa dem birds, brodie shoot like Larry
Slimy as f*ck with them shells, I'm Gary
Ring leader of tha trap, so we hadda get married
Caught sweepin' tha trap, nigga hadda get buried

Like Peso Jay I put 4 ina liter
Trap shit hot sellin' bowls nd sum reefer
Cuz got me hip to tha trap, his dealer
Won't serve me no pack if ion hit up tha beeper

Stay on yoo 10 cus it's whoever, whenever
She want me to call her I don't (Colorado) live in Denver
Nine times out of twelve, rollin' leaves like September
Stay lock'd like a chain we'll be shinin' together

Can't leave a trail, so you can't use yoo voice
Took down tha plug really ain have a choice
Cant f*ck with tha kid, they ain't makin' no noise
Mouth full of Wok she dont know what she doin'
She got her own bottle you kno she get nasty
We ain make it to the crib shorty fucked in the backseat
She's tryna walk home dis lil bitch tryna be classy
Said she tryna stay w me, call dat lil' hoe a taxi
uh, uh, uh, uh
After we f*ck call that lil' hoe a Lyft
Drove off with a bag, how I learned how to drift
He not from the city, my niggas smoke spliffs
Show him around, put a gun on his hip
I hadda job, still gettin' off zips
Clock out at 5:30, ona block around 6

if it's three cups den I'm prolly sippin' Hi-Tec
I stood ina trap, ian have to touch Pyrex
I'm still alive in dese streets, that's my flex
Stay ina cut nd I wait to see who die next
Remember I was low? Ain know when I'd get high next
Now I smoke out the bowl, dead opps in dis blunt I just lit up his soul
Stake out tha spot, we wait till he come home
Ian come grillz till I fucked up the stove

Stainless frame and tha rest see thru
Backdoor cut when I drive,  he shoot
Ion mobb ina hood, niggas gotta breeze through
Broad day, broadcast, still scream free you

Swish fa dem birds, brodie shoot like Larry
Slimy as f*ck with them shells, I'm Gary
Ring leader of tha trap, so we hadda get married
Caught sweepin' in the trap, nigga hadda get buried

Had to get uh, I put 4 ina liter
Had to get uh

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