Lyrics:
disaster
But I'm rolling with the punches now
Gotta get on by, baby, somehow
I drive right down the highway so I can feel free
Put my hand and heart
standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams
Then
Aye you know we gon' drive
Aye you know we gon' drive for Lil' Steve in that Swift Lane
Dumb
Turn it up a lil' bit
Keep that right there we gon' step
at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
the goat, and lately feeling like Brady
I know that you bitches hate me
I love that I drive you crazy
My highlight reel by Scorsese
No McCoy, you acting shady
Sadly I’m Not Steve Mcqueen,
I knew it, I just knew it, I knew that when I grew up I was gonna smell fresh peaches in the air, baked pavements
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive, off we drive
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far
Riding around in a stolen police
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive, off we drive
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far
Riding around in a stolen police
bougie (nan)
'Sacce, Baifal, j'arrive tout clean pour les bails sales (ouh)
Gros combo comme au Muay-thaï, 4x4, Merco Benz pour les drive-by (oh)
Elle
(My nigga Deltah in them pots)
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)
Steve Drive
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)
I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it
ground (higher ground)
To a higher ground.
Troubled times may bring me down
And drive me to my knees
And I am blinded by despair
And cannot see.
But you
all up in my face
They know he be cheating
Ain't my nigga but doing drive bys
Popping up at my crib checking me about my guys
I don't want em you
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (that's my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My
I don't play Atari
Steve Harvey
Or let my daughter date diddy
That nigga 50
I thrifted just time fine mines
Take time let it age
Fine wine
If
Cause I'll break into your car again
I'm wearing your dad's cardigan
But if you play your cards again
Then we'll listen to Garden Shed
By Tyler
drive-by, serve to go to
Be mindful what you speak and who you spoke to
The gun can't love me back, but I can show you
I will crack a barrel under pressure
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see...
Can't drive
Oscar Wilde and Peter Cooke close by
Sheik O'Rara and Steve McQueen, right there, oh yeah
I'm lost in a cloud and I can't get out
the pad)
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh
Do the dash (Do the dash)
Please don't be alarmed
I drive like Steve Nash (Uh)
Drop, droptop coupe, it's
of course he sides
With all the gangs these lames is extorted by
Switch lanes in the Porsche I drive
Let the police Ford Explorer by
Sirens screaming like
on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you heard
blunt like salt bae
I got drive, but dont catch me on the wrong way
Cisco , wanna see what that thong say
Sick flow yeah theres germs in my wordplay
Ya
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
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