I Drive He Shoot
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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