Drive-Thru Lyrics

Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job

On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,

That's a big plot, HB how my winds block

All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,

Boom, making room motherfucker, who is you?

Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules

Look at everything I do I never lose,

Boom, boom, boom, makin room

Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job

On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,

That's a big plot, HB how my winds block

All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,

Boo, making room motherfucker, who is you?

Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules

Look at everything I do I never lose,

Boom, boom, boom, makin room

That's a backfire from the Chevy, from packing the wood that's heavy

Got lights on the grill when I'm over cooking a lil hefty

I Season the reasons to get the feelin of droppin' deadly

I never got a pull plate, my belly, full of Jelly

Slim thin, makes you think again, thumb on your chinny chin

Finger points the other way, cause you can never comprehend

Words that I say, corresponds to a letterman

Pin drop, my pen jots the pain, like an aspirin

That's a grave, like the letter grade, let them in

Drive through, like I'm everybody's medicine,

Too cold, the snotty nose, of relevant

I can do whatever whenever, the coffin is rent

Never understood cuz I got my hood from the woods

Never ran away cuz I got the products of goods

Product of the avenue, never sayin I could

But I did motherfucker, ask the sheep that's crying wolf

Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job

On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,

That's a big plot, HB how my winds block

All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,

Boom, making room motherfucker, who is you?

Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules

Look at everything I do I never lose,

Boom, boom, boom, makin room

Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job

On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,

That's a big plot, HB how my winds block

All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,

Boo, making room motherfucker, who is you?

Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules

Look at everything I do I never lose,

Boom, boom, boom, makin room

Bitch I'm stunting like my daddy, I'm runnin' off in the Chevy

Goin to the local market, never return from the deli

That's a low life living, how we building just to get ready

For the years, with no stable foundation, concrete too heavy

I'm Ready to pop, I'm ready to drop, any motherfuckers that's out of control

If they don't, leave me alone, they keep on commenting, bending it,

Whining out with my story cuz they believe I'm a clone

With everything I always write down, goes over their dome

And that alone let's me know that I'm far from my own

Don't need a contract, to contact, this lead to the chrome

The 9 mil ain't the weight, it's just part of the loan

Of How your signing with me, an begging me to take you home

Lead pin point, across the page, crossin' you out

This country boy been running miles, clockin' into the routes

An that's a while up these woods, where you lost but never found

No trail, to trail along, my trailers got a b-b-bounce

Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job

On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,

That's a big plot, HB how my winds block

All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,

Boo, making room motherfucker, who is you?

Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules

Look at everything I do I never lose,

Boom, boom, boom, makin room