Lyrics:
count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted
Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours
Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours
We
and no place to grow
Now your pops a prop we just sit and watch
But the curtains never close
Just blow around in concrete towns
Why ya drive that truck
guns on your head just like I gave you a noogie (grr)
I know drug dealers that was rich and now they turned to a druggie (damn)
But all in all, no
And nextdoor neighbors wave when we drive by
I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice cold beer
Gimme
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
shorty know I'm a hell of a nigga
When I get done then it's back to the block you know me I link up wit my niggas
Bed of the truck when we do a drive by we
I could drive you home
Walk you to the door
You could ask me up
And I'm pretty sure
That your whiskey breath
Would land on my tongue
Yeah, I know we
Small town, ain't really much to do
My bitch say "get your ass up
Out the fuckin' livin' room"
Ride down Main Street, drive slow, bass loud
My bitch
ever broke up
I still drive down Main, ain't a damn thing changed
'Cept you ain't here in this truck
I keep holding out hoping for someday
Like it's
in the wraith (Wraith)
The seats is heated, they giving massage
(Aye) i thought you was hard
Do a drive-by in the hellcat charger
Take 'em to the,
hinges off of fuckin' doors
I'm flipping motherfuckin' cars, trucks, ambulances
This is my motherfuckin' block, lay it down
I got a bullet with your
are my Denali trucks
Knownin' that I'm surrounded by OG's
That I don't really get down with
They got a separate table for their freaks bought them
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
I got it
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I
I got it
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I
in my old truck
So I could take us to the drive-in show
Graduation finally came, Uncle Sam called me away
You married someone else while I was
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
again!
Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink
He shook me up, he took me by surprise
He
I walk through the day
Through the open fields
I walk to my truck
To my truck and drive away
To the road
Through the broken roads, trusty road
town
They'll forever stick around
And haunt you in the crowd
And my friends told me to stay away from guys that drive trucks
And I tried my best, but you
Driven by two guys, Rakim and Chuck
What the fuck I asked as I laid there How many guys do you drive a day
There? Chuck said many, Rakim said plenty
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