Drive Slow
Cashleaders
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See a couple of years later and I'm Still mobbin with my niggas bruh Still ain't got no license This car ain't registered to me I don't give no fucks f*ck em f*ck em damn Drive slow Drive slow Drive slow Drive slow Keep the weed on the low When we hit the road Drive slow Drive slow Drive slow Drive slow Keep the bottles on the low when we hit the road Smoking past Miami's Heat like Danny Green High as hell run through red's and stop on green Waitin' for the stop sign just to turn green While I'm waiting rolling, smoking and I'm burning greens Got weed for sale, I'm wheeling and dealing Check up under the seat all got bottles of Tequila I'm callin' I pop in, I hop out da whip While I'm copping a grip we ain't stopping fo pigs Snatching the sense and I'm cashing these cheques Back in all black man I gotta make this quick Scale out an eighth on a paper chase Gotta get money gotta get paid Losing this weight like I'm getting in shape Time to get money no time to get laid No time for jakes no time for the raids No time for the dogs that can smell me a mile away What the f*ck can I say? Got the pistol tucked away Bitches poking through my stash and diggin' through my bags Get the f*ck out my business while I'm riding round I'm getting it No time for these friendships Just me and my niggas Byob that's bring yo own bitches And If ya look suspecious red flag on ya head like software that's malicious Drive slow Drive slow Keep the weed on the low When we hit the road Drive slow Drive slow Keep the bottles on the low when we hit the road They call me something else They call me like I'm hell Jesus be my savior Satan come help Demons ain't been dealt Heathens so I kinda yell Schools ringing hear the bell Should I smoke this weed Should I pick a book and read Should I make like trees and leaf Father must be seeds and Now I'm seedless Thanking Jesus I ain't breeding Cause if I was I couldn't piece it Believe that I ain't leaving We smoke that joint we toke that blunt Them bitches get the point this ain't fuckin' love what Drive slow Drive slow Drive slow Drive slow Keep the bottles on the low when we hit the road Drive slow Drive slow Drive slow Drive slow Man I'm love drunk when I like to hit the road Hoowwohhaahh Gaddaammnn I mean these niggas are still at it man They don't even have no license I'm not even sure if their legally qualified to drive They ain't even take their road test beginners test Nothing man No studying for these niggas Yeah
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Written by: Jeffrey Herbert, Mitchell Zaway
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