I Drive He Shoot Lyrics

Ayy, if it's three cups den I'm prolly sippin' Hi-Tec

I stood ina trap, ian have to touch Pyrex

I'm still alive in dese streets, that's my flex

Stay ina cut nd I wait to see who die next

Remember I was low? Ain know when I'd get high next

Now I smoke out tha bowl, dead opps in dis blunt I just lit up his soul

Stake out tha spot, we wait till he come home

Ian come grillz till I fucked up tha stove

Stainless frame and tha rest see thru

Backdoor cut when I drive, he shoot

Ion mobb ina hood, niggas gotta breeze through

Broad day, broadcast, still scream free you

Swish fa dem birds, brodie shoot like Larry

Slimy as fuck with them shells, I'm Gary

Ring leader of tha trap, so we hadda get married

Caught sweepin' tha trap, nigga hadda get buried

Like Peso Jay I put 4 ina liter

Trap shit hot sellin' bowls nd sum reefer

Cuz got me hip to tha trap, his dealer

Won't serve me no pack if ion hit up tha beeper

Stay on yoo 10 cus it's whoever, whenever

She want me to call her I don't (Colorado) live in Denver

Nine times out of twelve, rollin' leaves like September

Stay lock'd like a chain we'll be shinin' together

Can't leave a trail, so you can't use yoo voice

Took down tha plug really ain have a choice

Cant fuck with tha kid, they ain't makin' no noise

Mouth full of Wok she dont know what she doin'

She got her own bottle you kno she get nasty

We ain make it to the crib shorty fucked in the backseat

She's tryna walk home dis lil bitch tryna be classy

Said she tryna stay w me, call dat lil' hoe a taxi

uh, uh, uh, uh

After we fuck call that lil' hoe a Lyft

Drove off with a bag, how I learned how to drift

He not from the city, my niggas smoke spliffs

Show him around, put a gun on his hip

I hadda job, still gettin' off zips

Clock out at 5:30, ona block around 6

if it's three cups den I'm prolly sippin' Hi-Tec

I stood ina trap, ian have to touch Pyrex

I'm still alive in dese streets, that's my flex

Stay ina cut nd I wait to see who die next

Remember I was low? Ain know when I'd get high next

Now I smoke out the bowl, dead opps in dis blunt I just lit up his soul

Stake out tha spot, we wait till he come home

Ian come grillz till I fucked up the stove

Stainless frame and tha rest see thru

Backdoor cut when I drive, he shoot

Ion mobb ina hood, niggas gotta breeze through

Broad day, broadcast, still scream free you

Swish fa dem birds, brodie shoot like Larry

Slimy as fuck with them shells, I'm Gary

Ring leader of tha trap, so we hadda get married

Caught sweepin' in the trap, nigga hadda get buried

Had to get uh, I put 4 ina liter

Had to get uh