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by what you finna do
In the future Ima fly by in a sky coupe
Uh-huh
Me and my niggas, in the coupe
I had to go get that boy straight out my face

fight 
Don’t be scared girl I don’t bite 
Just come over, I ain’t sober 
We both know we need some closure 

That’s my baby
Drive me crazy 
Now she’s

to warm him up
See if I can make a track melt

I don't stray behind
I surpass levels
Used to drive my teachers
Crazy trying to make the
Class settle
Now I'm

Okay nigga running through the
Check no track shoes
Get up under dey skin like a tattoo
And if you ain't noticed by now Nigga I'm that dude

demons tryna' claim me I ain't ready just yet
Cause' you're remembered when you're gone by the size of your mess
And if you need me snap or send me a text,

incredible
Released three CD's in three seasons, don't let me catch you
And you shouldn't really speak to me unless I let you
(Wait Nick, come talk to me

How I Met My Ex

Dave

Game Over

2017

tracks, made 6 or 7 racks
A couple days later on twitter I saw this photo of myself and I was grinning
That 4K camera of quality had got me tripping
So

swerving off road
Had stay on track for my dad so I h-had to drive slow
Cuz Ain't nobody but me gon tell me who I'm gon be
I bet that on me man you gon see

blue
If he talking shit imma slide by you
Do a drive by you gone get you a wreck
Nigga said what; better get it off your chest
5-7 Bullets gone rip thru

blinded me

God I'm begging you both my arms spread out sideways
We all broke in two since the start man we all failed
Should we question you if we're lost

is the start of another emcee
No blocks though, just songs to frenzy to
Call it cocaine, I drive you crazy with it
Wait though, 'cause I'm playful with

make em sick when they hear that I rap
You make me sick when you step on the track
I'm busy counting the money I stack
I got the drive and that shit that

this song isn't just a track
In... fact, this a form of me giving back 
To the youth im telling them shoot for the stars and stop shooting gats
He said

Names the track "No Shade"
Makes it the shadiest track on the whole EP
Hahahaha, uh
No shade
I said
No shade
You can't buy this
Talent homemade
You

my ass cracked back to back by the same guys
Taught me never lack better bust if they aim right
Niggas ain't a match you a sucker you a baseline
It's

I've been on track forreal
Ask Auntie how she feel and she tell Me how the Pastor feel
Yea
That's bless homie
And the G on the chest not guess

in, let's get wavy
Pour some sugar, 1980s
Pull me closer, drive me crazy
Wanna do this on the daily
Lost all track of time
Little piece of paradise

the microphone
Sites unknown drive me to let
My eyes behold a
Better life controlled by my
Talent and mine alone
That's why I keep the machine
In complete working

let it go

She's my pretty little lady yeah
cnd she drives me super crazy uh

She smells just like daisies yup
Got my hands all shaky uh

She's my

due to have a few kids
It seems that inside of my school is a cool
Little tunnel that leads to
Twenty months to life
Can you tell me where the food is?

stupid
I ain't Krispylife or Cash
It's Kiddub, young bull stupid

How the fuck is you on track
And you swerving in a one-way
I'm building on these tracks

Confusion, hopeless anger!

I don't know why you got me but, you drive me... crazy-y!
All your cunning tricks make me sick!
You won't have it your own

The D.U.I. Song(s)

Yo Gotti

Fried Turkey

2013

Oh man, give me your keys. You drive my car, I mean take my keys. Don't text and drive, don't drink and drive, don't tweet and drive.

Last time I

I'm just a country boy
Sitting on a midnight train
I don't care what they do
I'm gonna do my thing
Somebody lift your glass high
Tell me if you feel