Drift

Lyrics

[Intro] Go around Marley, I think you just need to trun me up in the headphones in this shit right here, man This shit right here, my nigga, is next level, bro You know I'm sayin' This is that- This is that 2016 I'm the motherfucking nigga you should worry 'bout (Marz) You know I'm sayin' I'm still out here finessin' I'm still out here gettin' money I'm still out here with the bitches, bro Hahaha Niggas still hate on me, bro I started the fuckin' movement Nigga don't you ever forget it, nigga Still drippin' out the sauce, bro Um, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Damn, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Woah, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy [Verse 1] I feel like I'm 21, 21 Savage, I keep a bad bitch Always by my side, never catch me with an average Spent a lot of cash, coming back like it's magic Niggas sneak dissin', Skies ain't really with the rapping Skies got his clout up, he finessed up out the check On god I be grinding like I ain't got nothing left I'ma ball on these niggas, middle fingers to the ref And I smoke the loudest pack, think a nigga going deaf Busting juggs, got my bread up just to make ends meet Mama told me stay inside until I walked out in the street I don't really say too much, I just let the music speak I'm a beast, off the leash, plotting on my enemies, yeah [Chorus] Fast life, fast car, drift Good weed, taking off, lift Slow it down, slow it down, drip Fuck you, I don't owe you, shit Fast life, fast car, drift Good weed, taking off, lift Slow it down, slow it down, drip Fuck you, I don't owe you, shit [Verse 2] I feel like Ice Cube, today was a good day These niggas straight actors, got 'em watchin' Bluray You know how the game goes, everybody turn fake Eyes open for the snakes and it's still fuck the jakes Watch the opposition 'cause I know they out here lurkin' Bitch is you a catfish, got to meet your ass in person Heard you got a booty so I know your ass be twerkin' And I don't give a fuck, fuck my teachers, wasn't learning I walk up in your crib like I live there but I don't He say he gon' catch me slippin' but I know he won't I ain't hiding from nobody, on my mommy that shit dead These niggas gettin' jealous, be the first to tell the feds I'm coolin' in the cut, smokin' dope, stackin' bread I'm always to myself, I never needed hella heads I'm like Escobar when it comes to the fetty Pour a four up in my Fanta, all my niggas leaning heavy [Chorus] This that, fast life, fast car, drift Good weed, taking off, lift Slow it down, slow it down, drip Fuck you, I don't owe you, shit Fast life, fast car, drift Good weed, taking off, lift Slow it down, slow it down, drip Fuck you, I don't owe you, shit (Marz)