Drive By

Lyrics

[Intro] (That's Chucks) (Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ah, hold on, nah, Honeywoodsix) [Verse 1: Potter Payper] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens Where I decamped with it, where I lost machines Give me two nines of dirty and a box of clean Before the 48 Laws, I used to rob for green I need a straight drop machine and more submachines I need a hundred more mil' for me plus the G's I need fifty more drivers, all these shots to beat All this snow, you would've thought I was from Costa Rica I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza My white ting's nice, but my browning's nicеr I told her drop two bricks off at the Nisa That's thirty-six twice, thеse phones are on 36/5 All my soldiers know that early shift grind I told her, "Put this in your pum" She must've thought I got a dirty sick mind 'Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the thirty-sixth time [Chorus: Slim & Potter Payper] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where them pussio feds tried stop my dreams [Verse 2: Slim] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines (Waps) You'd say the block's hot, and I'd probably agree (Hot, hot, hot) My next door neighbour used to lock my keys I was in and out bait, but that was common to me I never had a grand when I was shottin' at Steve's Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease I still landed on the wing, eating Custard Creams (Fuck) This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies I had bricks in the blender, gettin' boshed at Debbie's (Bricks) I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in (Head) He was laying down leakin' like he pissed his bedding I was minding my business, cooking a pack (Wait) I ain't tryna sound hot, but I'm lookin' for straps I got lost outta town, I started lookin' for cats I told myself that I wouldn't be back (Yeah) [Chorus: Slim & Potter Payper] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where them pussio feds tried stop my dreams