DRIVE BY ft. CashoutChris Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, ayy, nigga, slow down, slow down, slow down

That ain't go right there

Let me hang out the window on they ass

I just made a sale, cause I just bust a bill

I'm cookin' dope, no gloves on, this shit gettin' in my nails

I feel like Tony Hawk, I'm grindin' all up on the rail

Hang out the window on my opps, they wanna see me fail

You ever seen a dead body, that shit hard to smell

They lock me up, I pay my bond, I can't sit in jail

I love my bitch, too death , but when I come home, she yell

Me, Jackie Lee, and cashout the three musketeers

I hit that H with that fent, till it fuckin' swell

This nigga tried to cross me out, now he a dead man

A street nigga, you can check it on my diagram

He cheater bob, he shot himself, ain't check the fire pen

I kill a nigga, he come back, then he gon' die again

Not scared to fail, if I do, I fuckin' try again

I play a lot of defense, if you gon' try to win

Step over the body like A.I., and he get hit again

Cashout, I don't want no drugs, I'ma need Dr. Phil

Plus lil bro, don't want no money, he just wanna go kill

Came a long way from the field, coulda got some years

We poppin' seals, don't do no pills, put the trap on wheels

Trappin' made it happen, this shit take some skills

Uh, lil bro ain't get no money, I can see his ribs

Uh, Cashout, how they think he hank the king of the hill

I ain't stop until I'm lit up like a chandelier

Uh, it's nothing that I feel, Cashout, I really him

Uh, every time we step out, we come really trim

Put the camera on the kid, this right here a film

Uh, flexin' on these niggas, I ain't miss no fuckin' gym

It's me and Shark, if I'm with him, he ain't gon' break a fin

Bitch just a striker, I'ma catch him like lacking scratch the vin

Life hurt, tats hurt, that's why they on my skin

I'm sippin' Tris, I'm not Snoop Dogg, don't do juice and gin

I ain't got up on a nigga ass and a fuckin' min

Once it's up, then it's stuck, we can't make amends

My mama told me if you don't respect him, then don't shake his hand

The hardest part is tellin' him no, that's what make a man

I'm off the fuckin' walls just like some fuckin' Vans

I shoot that Drake and feature Chris Brown and make you dance

I'm tired of coppin' Amiri, finna start wearin' the evisu pants

Catch me in the mall, spinnin' like a seven fan

I got these K's, I kill these niggas like the Ku Klux Klan

I got a drum in my van, rock out like a band

I ain't never had a job, but I'm good with my hands

Like a white bitch on the beach, nigga, this some 10

This nigga ain't talkin' money, what the fuck he sayin'