Drive to Memphis

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[Intro] Ooh Uh Ayy Hey Yuh Uh-uh Ooh [Verse 1] We got hit like the oven You got beef, we got chops by the dozen And I'm eatin', ain't talkin' 'bout stuffing Watch us up 'cause these people be bluffin' Ain't no cops, so I can't do no clubbin' I'm a P, bitch, I can't do no cullin OTB 'cause this shit here is bustin' Get in trouble Don't you sing, David Ruffin Shoot it back, I be Sosa McLovin Super bae, yeah, I feel like I'm Boosie My young niggas slidin', no Tootsie With clips and they shoot like a movie I jump in the ride with the Uzi I count money whenever I'm moody I came out the dungeon, was totin' a toolie And you gotta watch niggas 'cause somе of 'em groupies Yeah, I'ma go stupid On this bеat, yeah, you know I go dumb I can't fuck with her, she ain't got funds Puttin' smoke up in both of my lungs And my diamonds, they dance like the prom I rep the big B, if you play, you gettin' stumped On the West why I M where I'm from Try to dunk on me, you'll get hung Try to dunk on me, you know I blocked it, uh-uh Yeah, I'm on defense, I feel like I'm Robin all day These niggas ain't pickin' up cotton, they pickin' up P's of exotic then buy 'em You havin' no motion, I know that you lyin' Havin' water like oceans, I might leave you blind In the system, they tryna hit me with some time Might used to take off when I heard them sirens Young nigga was gone Free Benji, he on the way home They dropped 'Raris, I'm wearin' Vlone I got bitches, they singin' my songs In the Maybach, I jump into Memphis ten just to get it, washed up by a gong With my brothers if they right or wrong Ain't no back and forth, this ain't ping pong Know we rollin' up, smokin' on strong, ayy Trust Sosa, we rollin' up He a peon, he ain't grow with us [?] got the game in a cobra clutch Told my dog we gon' get it in for the both of us I only beef if it's over for us Told Big Mo we still pourin' up purple stuff In the trap, got it jumpin' like double dutch, ayy [Interlude] Nah, just jokin' Know what I'm sayin'? Gotta let the beat breathe for a lil' bit 'Fore I give it to y'all how I give it to y'all Because I'll give it to y'all ears how I give it to y'all You know what the fuck I'm sayin'? Ooh-ooh [Verse 2] You know I gotta get it, you know Sosa jump back in his rhythm In the spot countin' hundreds and fifties Shoutout Teezy 'cause these niggas silly Got some ego, might takin' a Philly Havin' nightmares and dreams, Meek Milly Cut off lil' buddy, I heard he was stealin' They ain't spillin', that ain't drippin' I'm a hundred, tell 'em free the villains, ooh They gotta go free the train I'ma cook her like 'caine He wanna rob, so I did him like Cain I'm sorry, mama, I'm deep in the game Came up from hustlin' and servin' stains Before I leave this Earth, they gon' know my name And I don't want the bitch because she is lame You see what I'm saying? Uh Do you see what I mean? Gotta get you some green Outkast, so fresh and so clean I splash when I'm on the scene Stack the cash tall, Yao Ming Knock his ass out, Ali It ain't 'bout the bag, I'ma leave you Ain't talkin' books but we got magazines, uh Don't trust a book 'til you read all the chapters I'm not a rapper, yeah, I am a splasher More young nigga, he steppin' like captors Sosa eatin' cold like he from Alaska And I played over stoves when whippin' that battle I was servin' O's as a lil' rascal Yeah, these niggas mad, I'ma make 'em madder Hey [Outro] Off South, mane Straight up Sosa, seven
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Credits
- Writers
- Sosamann
- Sauce Samurai