Drift Lyrics

Why the fuck do you keep playin'

Showin up at 3 A.M., baby, just like, satan

I'm just tryna fuck, no, baby, I'm not playin

Tell me what is your location

I'm just tryna fuck, drop the low

Keep that bag on me like I just packed some clothes

And I'm not Drake, nigga, but this one for my woes

I need that drank like I might get my cup and pour (pour it up)

I might pull off in that two-seater ventador, yeah

Grab some pack, make it back, it's a chore

Bad bitch on my lap, think she my girl

It's okay, like, just sit back and smoke this pearl

I got my bitch right back, but she too insecure

Said I'd be right back, but, baby girl, I'm not too sure

Said I wouldn't get mad, but I forgot my tempers short

Like yes I was the best one that you had, and that's for sure

Pop up in this bitch like Thor, I'm tryna hammer her shit some more

I got a pipe, but it hit like a sword

I'm not finna fight the nigga cause he bored

Man, I'm so hurt, left me with a sore

I can't fuck with this shit no more

Swear to God, I dropped down to my knees, pray to the Lord

Why the fuck would you keep that bitch if you know that she's back door

Why the fuck would you see that bitch if you know that she's not yours

I can't even believe that shit, but I let shit run its course

It ain't no Rylo Like, bitch, who the fuck this for

Yeah, this that baby Milo, got the bape from overshores

Yeah, I'm in a Raptor a Ford, this that truck you can't afford

I'm tryna read the room, and the one vibe I don't fuck with is yours

Tryna get rich by a June, like fuck it, yeah, I'ma break this curse

Said you had some love for me, so tell me why this didn't work

If you don't fuck with me, I'll up it, let this shit go straight to work

I hope you like the sound of shots, cause this'll make your body twerk

Yeah, I'm just like a autobot, the way that I transform

Yeah, I like my bitches butterscotch and draped in that Dior

Yeah, baby, this a rubber watch, what you dissin' for

Don't you know Richard Millies go for 200 or more

Don't you know that you're silly if you're okay being poor

Yeah, I need more than a million so I can make some more

Nah, I need like a billion, can't cut myself short

Yeah, I guess I'm resilient, come fuck my life up more

I got a bitch so bad, Brazilian, I met her on the shore

It's like I don't know who you are, but I can't do this shit no more

Yeah, baby, it's okay, I swear to God

Yeah, you can catch my drift, I'm tryna start a wave like Rod

I ain't even hit my target, I missed way too many shots

Now she back up on the market on top of everything I'm blocked (damn)

I'm like, oh my God, leave me alone, shut the door like fuck the bed tonight, I might just fall asleep on the floor

She's my kryptonite, I lost my powers to a whore

Baby girl, I don't bite what the fuck you tryna be mean for

Go ahead, just walk straight out the door

Go ahead, baby, make it worse

Can we make something work? Remember we used to flirt