Long Driveway

Lyrics

[Intro: G Perico] Beat Boy taught me Driveway full of phat shit They ask me how I do it, magic I'm on the way, but it's traffic When we pull up— [Verse 1: G Perico] If you a bad bitch and you know it, clap your hands Real niggas, two-step, do your dance We gon' turn up this city with this Clicc shit And we gon' crash every party this summer like a hit stick She wonder why I'm busy all the time, I got business And you motherfuckin' right I got bitches Plus I gotta put on this show I gotta run this bag up, I gotta bring home my locs It's summertime, girls just wanna have fun Gotta wait 'til it get cold if you wanna have my son It's summertime, girls just wanna have fun Two girls in my bed, fuck a one on one We gon' go on a date, Steak 48 Take a pic for the 'Gram, but don't post 'til I shake Got a big can of mace if I ain't got a K In the streets I got more beef than Kendrick and Drake [Chorus: G Perico] Driveway full of phat shit They ask me how I do it, magic I'm on the way, but it's traffic When we pull up, we gon' blow through the bag quick Ayy, lil' mama, ayy, lil' mama, ayy Shake your ass, just don't move your waist Ayy, lil' mama, ayy, lil' mama, ayy Shake your ass, just don't move your waist [Verse 2: Mari Ruger] G turned me up, now I'm on go I might need to get the NDA, she like to post We ain't bringing sand to the beach, like where the hoes at? Left the party with her, got a spot to be alone at Yeah, I spend it like I get it, nigga, quick A verse is like a brick, I'm perfect to the bitch I'm cursed, but I'm rich and I'm lit, nine bitches, who to pick? Big Dawg, who the Pit? And I'm fly, who the shit? G good in the set, my all blue is all red Dawg, he flirt with all the hoes, got 'em twerking with they friends Oh she lit, me too, and that dress see-through Louis Vs two thousand, that's a stack for each shoe They know who I be, if they don't, I let 'em know, oh, it's on Say I gotta pay to play, but swear she no ho Know I curve hoes like a 580 on the road That's my word, though, believe what I say, my word goes (It's Ruger) [Chorus: G Perico] Driveway full of phat shit They ask me how I do it, magic I'm on the way but it's traffic When we pull up, we gon' blow through the bag quick Ayy, lil' mama, ayy, lil' mama, ayy Shake your ass, just don't move your waist Ayy, lil' mama, ayy, lil' mama, ayy Shake your ass, just don't move your waist [Outro: G Perico] We at Tha Clicc House