Stove Top

Lyrics

[Intro] Drive-in theatre Uh [Verse] Tryna get this loot any way True it's lucrative, if a move I do make Through iTunes and avenues, we move weight Each one in my crew get a full plate Not one excused 'til we all ate, unified Stupid high, nigga, way paid Crime did just what they said it would, some niggas living good Some is gone away for good, some stuck in the hood Addicted to what he should have sold Lost his soul, though his body still living Look in his eyes, the fire ain't in 'em He used to be driven, now that's cold Cold-blooded as my angel wings Flooded, rose gold, star-studded The bar covered, so let it pour until it bubble on the floor Baby love peeling out her clothes, eyes rolled Orgasm, dancing while these horns blow I'm just thing on my next score Which color we should paint the sixty-four Tryna wrap my hands 'round the globe Like a motherfucking chokehold, hoe [Outro] Drive In Theatre Da-da-da, da Da-da-da, da Da-da-da, da (Life, uh) (Bent over the stove cause they want some more) (Knocking at my door) (Back over the store cause they want some more) (Audio—)