Drive By Music

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[Intro] (Enrgy beats) [Verse] There go an opp, I'm bout' to slap the piss out him .762's, will bring the bitch out him I ain't gon' lie, I should've been shot him Don't need .30, revolver drop six like Ben Wallace Take a nigga life through my fashion, like I'm trying to model Growing up, the dope man was my role model Paid for a nigga's college funds, I need my own doctor But I don't really need that nigga, just a certain fiend Bro blow so many woods, I know it hurt to breathe Your bitch suck dick for hours, I know it hurt her knees Punched a bitch in her nose cause I felt her teeth Put the burner in dog face and melt his cheek Bump a nigga in the party, I'm tryna' start beef I just want to see more niggas dead and on a tee I get nervous and horny as hell when I'm off a P I'm high right now granny, call AD Pop a nigga fifty times, for tryna' play me Can't switch on my niggas, I ain't KD If you want me on your track, you got to pay me I been getting off with this shit, I know they hate me Like I'm at a wedding, Imma' always have to keep my peace If I don't got my peace, I got a knife on me About to turn a nigga I don't like into Swiss cheese If I'm in a versus, best believe I'm throwing big B's Jumped a nigga in the Vets, he stepped on my big B's If I'm in the club, I got enough to buy ten keys When I was seventeen, FaceTimed bro with like six sleeves (FaceTimed bro with like six-) Boys pulled me over, made me stomp a whole zip out Seen a opp at Banana Boat, then I done whipped out Don't get killed my boy, for tryna' get clout My niggas running deals, get you killed for a discount Pulled a wood out at granny place, she had a fit about it Quavis got an AR, It'll flip a McDonalds Fuck a bitch good, say my name, I heard "big papa" Nigga tried to sell me cut, I 'd a been shot him I'm still mad about losing Dotti, I pop perc's and get out my body Bro can get any pill, if you copping That chain cheap if you ain't spend ten thousand We really about that action, we'll beat the shit out you Try to snatch some glasses and we'll beat the tint out you First gun I ever bought, was ten dollars, It used to jam and probably had like four bodies But I was only thirteen, I ain't have no knowledge (I ain't have no knowledge)
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- KrispyLife Kidd