DRI-FIT

Lyrics
[VERSE 1] Gucci cut and I'm a bread and butter nigga Overseas I be blowin' dope Glasgow to the London streets with my mans, two bands I be blowin' snow She got booty acne but I'm hittin' doe Activation of the beast mode Kamikaze hittin' Nazi hoes Pussy feelin' like Margiela I'm in Sack Fifths blowin' off a flat I done sold my soul so I got a rack Top [?] packs of the Perrier Used to smoke blunts where my momma' stay South Bay with my rude ones, did time for my rude ones Came home like a new bruv, but I'm still cool like I pulled up [HOOK] I touch the road, we beatin' hoes Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul I touch the road, we beatin' hoes Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul I touch the road, we beatin' hoes Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul I touch the road, we beatin' hoes Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul [VERSE 2] Copenhagen with my mans' and them Spent two days travelin' Got big drugs in the minivan Pussy tastin' like Pepper Ann Amethyst on my grave plot Farmer land, can't get shot Smokin' hash in the restaurant [ ? ]. mind rot Bought two mans for the lip Two bad bitches kissin' when I piss They be with the shit, on a one way trip Two bars deep gettin' lit lit At the Euro club, niggas can't miss [ ? ], can't fix [?] molly benz, walkin' through the Red Light District [HOOK] I touch the road, we beatin' hoes Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul I touch the road, we beatin' hoes Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul I touch the road, we beatin' hoes Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul I touch the road, we beatin' hoes Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul [Outro] You a lil' nigga, I be big bruv' At the Sydney opera house, wondering how a nigga came up In my own lane, glad that a nigga change up Call my momma phone just to know where I came from Call my momma phone just to know where I came from Call my momma phone just to know where I came from Call my momma phone just to know where I came from
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