Drive By lyrics

by

Rome Streetz



[Verse 1]
Ayo
Put this in your f*ckin' pipe and smoke it
Your favorite rapper was supposed to protect his neck, and I broke it
Choked him out like Ted Dibiase, on some slow sh*t
My dope too potent, first timers take a micro dosage (Uh-huh)
Steppin' on your throat in them KING 40º Below sh*ts
You got no motion, a gun for hire like Billy Ocean
Free Max B, Grand Crew, the wavy potion
Your lady open, I'm low in the Mercedes coastin'
They fiend'd out, like I brought '80s coke in (Uh)
My coat Gucci Ghost, see the toast when it blow open (Woah)
Step back, this a death trap, rep the Yankee or thе Mets hat
Got everything that thе rest lack
Better bars, I look better, my b*tch badder, bet that (What else?)
sh*ttin' on you n*ggas, like I ate a ex-lax
The di*k is where my ex ate, but that hoe won't get a text back (Nah)
I got a high flex rate, frequently how I get racks
It's no competition in this game, and all the rest wack (You n*ggas washed!)
Six figures off of the slang, Ms where I end at
Multiple, I'm '03 Hov with the shoulder move
Shakin' bum-ass n*ggas off like I'm supposed to do (Uh-huh)
Load and shoot (Bow), f*ck a convo if it ain't loads of loot
You n*ggas boof, I smoke you and your whole social group (Grrt)

[Chorus]
I'm connected like Wi-Fi
You n*ggas trash, I come smoke your whole staff like a drive-by (Bow-bow-bow-bow!)
I had to grind, no hand outs like a high five (Aha)
I been a trailblazer like Clyde the Glide
I'm connected like Wi-Fi
You n*ggas trash, I come smoke your whole staff like a drive-by (Boom-boom-boom!)
I had to grind, no hand outs like a high five
Been a trailblazer like Clyde the Glide (Ayo)
[Verse 2]
Foreign ride with a whore inside
Pedal to the floor (Skrrt), me and these bum ass n*ggas never coincide
Hustler bonafide, you should know, hoe
It's doe or die like AZ and Nas, mo' money and homicide (Aha)
Feds try and trap me, ho-happy Jackies
Want me to hit it with no rubber on, try and trap me (Nah)
That sh*t is tacky, now I make big racks off the raps
Before, it was a small, lil' crack piece (What else?)
Crystallized molly in the capsule and hashish
I'm up now, I made what you made in a year last week
Dancin' with the Devil, better have rhythm and fast feet
Who'll die broke: the kingpin, teacher, or athlete? (Eh?)
That sh*t is deep, chasin' lights, cameras, and action
Glamor and fashion, chrome hammers and fast wagons
n*ggas can't f*ck with me 'cause they lack passion (Nah)
Been had the glow, I'm the last dragon, n*gga (Hm)

[Chorus]
I'm connected like Wi-Fi
You n*ggas trash, I come smoke your whole staff like a drive-by (Bow-bow-bow-bow!)
I had to grind, no hand outs like a high five (Aha)
I been a trailblazer like Clyde the Glide
I'm connected like Wi-Fi
You n*ggas trash, I come smoke your whole staff like a drive-by (Boom-boom-boom!)
I had to grind, no hand outs like a high five
Been a trailblazer like Clyde the Glide
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