Drive By
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โฑ๏ธ 2:31 duration
๐ ID: 7245089
๐ Lyrics
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack
Where I lost my teens
Where I decamped with it
Where I lost machines
Give me 2 9s of dirty and a box of clean
Before the 48 laws I used to Rob for Greene
I need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines
I need 100 more mill for me plus the gs
I need 50 more drivers, all these shots to beat
All this snow you would've thought I was from Costa Rica
I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza
My white ting's nice but my browning's nicer
I told her drop 2 bricks off at the Nisa
That's 36 twice, these phones are on 36/5
All my soldiers know that early shift grind
I told her put this in your p*m
She must've thought I got a dirty, sick mind
Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the 36th time
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack
Where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where the pussio feds try stop my dreams
I still drive past the yard where I locked machines
You'd say the blocks hot, and I'd probably agree
My next door neighbour used to lock my keys
I was in and out bait but that was common to me
I never had a grand, when I was shotting at Steve's
Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed
When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease
I still landed on the wing, eating custard creams
This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies
I had bricks in the blender, getting boshed at Debbie's
I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in
He was laying down leaking, like he pissed his bedding
I was minding my business, cooking a pack
I ain't tryna sound hot but I'm looking for straps
I got lost out of town, I started looking for cats
I told myself that I wouldn't be back
I still drive past the yard where I locked machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack
Where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
Where I made my first rack
Where I lost my teens
Where I decamped with it
Where I lost machines
Give me 2 9s of dirty and a box of clean
Before the 48 laws I used to Rob for Greene
I need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines
I need 100 more mill for me plus the gs
I need 50 more drivers, all these shots to beat
All this snow you would've thought I was from Costa Rica
I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza
My white ting's nice but my browning's nicer
I told her drop 2 bricks off at the Nisa
That's 36 twice, these phones are on 36/5
All my soldiers know that early shift grind
I told her put this in your p*m
She must've thought I got a dirty, sick mind
Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the 36th time
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack
Where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where the pussio feds try stop my dreams
I still drive past the yard where I locked machines
You'd say the blocks hot, and I'd probably agree
My next door neighbour used to lock my keys
I was in and out bait but that was common to me
I never had a grand, when I was shotting at Steve's
Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed
When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease
I still landed on the wing, eating custard creams
This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies
I had bricks in the blender, getting boshed at Debbie's
I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in
He was laying down leaking, like he pissed his bedding
I was minding my business, cooking a pack
I ain't tryna sound hot but I'm looking for straps
I got lost out of town, I started looking for cats
I told myself that I wouldn't be back
I still drive past the yard where I locked machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack
Where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.15] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[00:13.29] Where I made my first rack
[00:14.52] Where I lost my teens
[00:15.89] Where I decamped with it
[00:17.14] Where I lost machines
[00:18.49] Give me 2 9s of dirty and a box of clean
[00:21.05] Before the 48 laws I used to Rob for Greene
[00:23.93] I need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines
[00:26.78] I need 100 more mill for me plus the gs
[00:29.17] I need 50 more drivers, all these shots to beat
[00:31.75] All this snow you would've thought I was from Costa Rica
[00:34.56] I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza
[00:37.07] My white ting's nice but my browning's nicer
[00:40.16] I told her drop 2 bricks off at the Nisa
[00:42.56] That's 36 twice, these phones are on 36/5
[00:45.82] All my soldiers know that early shift grind
[00:47.79] I told her put this in your p*m
[00:49.03] She must've thought I got a dirty, sick mind
[00:51.15] Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the 36th time
[00:53.45] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
[00:55.78] Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
[00:58.33] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[01:00.93] Where I made my first rack
[01:02.55] Where I lost my teens
[01:03.81] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
[01:06.39] Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
[01:09.28] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[01:12.02] Where the pussio feds try stop my dreams
[01:14.43] I still drive past the yard where I locked machines
[01:17.22] You'd say the blocks hot, and I'd probably agree
[01:19.82] My next door neighbour used to lock my keys
[01:22.80] I was in and out bait but that was common to me
[01:25.32] I never had a grand, when I was shotting at Steve's
[01:28.14] Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed
[01:30.78] When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease
[01:33.05] I still landed on the wing, eating custard creams
[01:35.93] This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies
[01:38.72] I had bricks in the blender, getting boshed at Debbie's
[01:41.38] I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in
[01:44.30] He was laying down leaking, like he pissed his bedding
[01:46.80] I was minding my business, cooking a pack
[01:49.43] I ain't tryna sound hot but I'm looking for straps
[01:52.06] I got lost out of town, I started looking for cats
[01:54.66] I told myself that I wouldn't be back
[01:57.09] I still drive past the yard where I locked machines
[01:59.63] Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
[02:02.79] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[02:05.38] Where I made my first rack
[02:06.37] Where I lost my teens
[02:07.64] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
[02:10.64] Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
[02:13.05] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[02:15.88] Where the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
[02:30.66]
[00:13.29] Where I made my first rack
[00:14.52] Where I lost my teens
[00:15.89] Where I decamped with it
[00:17.14] Where I lost machines
[00:18.49] Give me 2 9s of dirty and a box of clean
[00:21.05] Before the 48 laws I used to Rob for Greene
[00:23.93] I need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines
[00:26.78] I need 100 more mill for me plus the gs
[00:29.17] I need 50 more drivers, all these shots to beat
[00:31.75] All this snow you would've thought I was from Costa Rica
[00:34.56] I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza
[00:37.07] My white ting's nice but my browning's nicer
[00:40.16] I told her drop 2 bricks off at the Nisa
[00:42.56] That's 36 twice, these phones are on 36/5
[00:45.82] All my soldiers know that early shift grind
[00:47.79] I told her put this in your p*m
[00:49.03] She must've thought I got a dirty, sick mind
[00:51.15] Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the 36th time
[00:53.45] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
[00:55.78] Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
[00:58.33] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[01:00.93] Where I made my first rack
[01:02.55] Where I lost my teens
[01:03.81] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
[01:06.39] Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
[01:09.28] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[01:12.02] Where the pussio feds try stop my dreams
[01:14.43] I still drive past the yard where I locked machines
[01:17.22] You'd say the blocks hot, and I'd probably agree
[01:19.82] My next door neighbour used to lock my keys
[01:22.80] I was in and out bait but that was common to me
[01:25.32] I never had a grand, when I was shotting at Steve's
[01:28.14] Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed
[01:30.78] When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease
[01:33.05] I still landed on the wing, eating custard creams
[01:35.93] This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies
[01:38.72] I had bricks in the blender, getting boshed at Debbie's
[01:41.38] I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in
[01:44.30] He was laying down leaking, like he pissed his bedding
[01:46.80] I was minding my business, cooking a pack
[01:49.43] I ain't tryna sound hot but I'm looking for straps
[01:52.06] I got lost out of town, I started looking for cats
[01:54.66] I told myself that I wouldn't be back
[01:57.09] I still drive past the yard where I locked machines
[01:59.63] Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
[02:02.79] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[02:05.38] Where I made my first rack
[02:06.37] Where I lost my teens
[02:07.64] I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
[02:10.64] Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
[02:13.05] I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
[02:15.88] Where the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
[02:30.66]