Drive By
RMC Mike
GENRE
[Intro]
Bitch!
Ghetto boy shit, nigga
[Verse]
Fuck a scat, nigga, this a wide body benz
Plugs and the bricks came in, I tell them "fly me ten"
One day my mama caught me fuckin' on siamese twins
We kicked the door down, naw, they couldn't deny me in
Where was ya'll niggas when I was broke and didn't have shit
Talk about that shit we used to do, boy that's past tense
Now I can go walk up in the mall and go cash in
Fuck a verse, I need 5000 for a adlib
How I just got myself blew off at a fan crib?
Huh? caught a body in no eight, his name Sam Smith
Counted up 2000 blue strips, now my hands stiff
Nigga tried to ride my main bitch, she let the fend rip
$10,000 all blue, that's a [?]
Have her forty times, gelato forty-one, called they a miss
Nigga try to flew for five bands, that's his friendship
Huh? Tell me, whip up a pipe with the theined crisp
Oops, I mean theined crust
Sixty-thousand for the capris, it came rimmed up
It's really stuntin', but you know I switched the venz up
Reap what you got, stand by the hunnid ten, plus
Back to the ACG boofs, we cut them tens up
We need a touchdown on his play, huh, teamed up
If you with me, that's my bro, nigga, we fuck friends up
Cartier frames, bustdown, with the lense cut
Nigga happy 'cause he finally put his first ten up
'Cause I done put up 10 ten times in a quick month
Forty-one bezel, hittin' hard, got his bitch fucked
I done got so used to shit talkin', I can't switch up
I'm a problem but ya'll niggas really can't fuck with my brother
We gon' both knock him out with one punch, ain't no double-
We drinkin' [?] poured him a shot of double-
I still drinkin', but sometimes I be iffy 'bout double lean
Had to call, with a eighth of red, they came up the-
[?] the honey badger came double-armed
Pay attention, 'cause you prolly think I'm talkin' 'bout the fuckin'-
No I'm not, bitch I'm talkin' three-hunnid, with the double arm
Ran up some dawg shit from shit-talkin', I ain't got a-
Swear, our blocks, in the boof, bitch, I ain't got a lot
Now you mad, bitch, it took me eleven minutes just to find a pipe
Shoutout to my brother Louie, way, we still grindin' right?
I'm the truth, and I tell my bitch the truth, that mean I'm lying, right?
Left hand kinda fucked up, I gave [?]
Had to go to make a hunnid, did that shit in like five nights
9K for this outfit I got on, I'm a fly guy
They be pussy, man, I'm startin' to really think they got nine lives
Bitch, we came up in one year, look how time flies
Quarter body with my blood nigga, gave him a high-five
Stop and talk shit to the haters, I don't just drive by
[Outro]
Like what up, nigga?
Know what the fuck goin' on, man
Ghetto boy RMC shit, nigga
Yeah, bitch
Bitch!
Ghetto boy shit, nigga
[Verse]
Fuck a scat, nigga, this a wide body benz
Plugs and the bricks came in, I tell them "fly me ten"
One day my mama caught me fuckin' on siamese twins
We kicked the door down, naw, they couldn't deny me in
Where was ya'll niggas when I was broke and didn't have shit
Talk about that shit we used to do, boy that's past tense
Now I can go walk up in the mall and go cash in
Fuck a verse, I need 5000 for a adlib
How I just got myself blew off at a fan crib?
Huh? caught a body in no eight, his name Sam Smith
Counted up 2000 blue strips, now my hands stiff
Nigga tried to ride my main bitch, she let the fend rip
$10,000 all blue, that's a [?]
Have her forty times, gelato forty-one, called they a miss
Nigga try to flew for five bands, that's his friendship
Huh? Tell me, whip up a pipe with the theined crisp
Oops, I mean theined crust
Sixty-thousand for the capris, it came rimmed up
It's really stuntin', but you know I switched the venz up
Reap what you got, stand by the hunnid ten, plus
Back to the ACG boofs, we cut them tens up
We need a touchdown on his play, huh, teamed up
If you with me, that's my bro, nigga, we fuck friends up
Cartier frames, bustdown, with the lense cut
Nigga happy 'cause he finally put his first ten up
'Cause I done put up 10 ten times in a quick month
Forty-one bezel, hittin' hard, got his bitch fucked
I done got so used to shit talkin', I can't switch up
I'm a problem but ya'll niggas really can't fuck with my brother
We gon' both knock him out with one punch, ain't no double-
We drinkin' [?] poured him a shot of double-
I still drinkin', but sometimes I be iffy 'bout double lean
Had to call, with a eighth of red, they came up the-
[?] the honey badger came double-armed
Pay attention, 'cause you prolly think I'm talkin' 'bout the fuckin'-
No I'm not, bitch I'm talkin' three-hunnid, with the double arm
Ran up some dawg shit from shit-talkin', I ain't got a-
Swear, our blocks, in the boof, bitch, I ain't got a lot
Now you mad, bitch, it took me eleven minutes just to find a pipe
Shoutout to my brother Louie, way, we still grindin' right?
I'm the truth, and I tell my bitch the truth, that mean I'm lying, right?
Left hand kinda fucked up, I gave [?]
Had to go to make a hunnid, did that shit in like five nights
9K for this outfit I got on, I'm a fly guy
They be pussy, man, I'm startin' to really think they got nine lives
Bitch, we came up in one year, look how time flies
Quarter body with my blood nigga, gave him a high-five
Stop and talk shit to the haters, I don't just drive by
[Outro]
Like what up, nigga?
Know what the fuck goin' on, man
Ghetto boy RMC shit, nigga
Yeah, bitch
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