Drivin Em

[Chorus](x4)
I swear to god I be drivin' 'em
Get some top from them
Then I'm dippin' off with my patnas and them

[Verse 1]
If I ain't strapped I bet my homie is
And he the one that put that (?) right through with that fourty shit
Youngest nigga of the set, but I hold it down
Bitch nigga get out my face, you ain't my round
Dreads hanging off my head, yo hoe like it
Blow smoke in her face, she got excited
Think it's you bout to hit that
This one right here for my dogs, love not that kitty cat
You could pop it for a nigga
Look back made it clap then she dropped it for a nigga
Look she was gone off a molly and out of her body
Man its bout to go down

[Chorus](x4)
I swear to god I be drivin' 'em
Get some top from them
Then I'm dippin' off with my patnas and them

[Outro](x2)
I be riding, expensive shit
If it ain't got leather or wood I ain't gettin' in
And if she really bout that life I tell her bring a friend
I drive them hoes crazy, they tryna be my lady
And wana have my baby

[Chorus](x4)
I swear to god I be drivin' 'em
Get some top from them
Then I'm dippin' off with my patnas and them