"Drink & Drive" lyrics
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Okay, cool, say it like
Coach said
4
Yeah, yeah (uh-huh), yeah (uh-huh)
The bitch popped a perc but she already fried (already fried)
Ayy, had more than seventy-five, goin' down seventy-five (uh-huh)
Yeah, told the bitch I drink and drive, it make me feel alive (yeah, yeah)
Broke the six down to half, think she took the half (yeah)
Get a bitch the pape to have, yeah, this yours to have (yeah)
Yeah, got a dark skin, bitch, yeah, she thick like Sav (yeah)
Broke the bow down with the math, I was good at math (yeah)
Put these shades on, I can't see shit but fuckin' cash (uh-huh)
In the trap house, I don't see shit but fuckin' bags (yeah)
In her closet, I don't see shit but fuckin' bags (yeah)
But I won't give no more pussy, niggas no fuckin tags (yeah)
He's a country boy, so he add to country tax (yeah)
I'm still smokin' that shit, the Z stamped on the fuckin' pack (yeah)
Made that bitch come count this money, she thought I wanted cat (yeah)
Glock 19 shoot thunderbolts, call me Backdoor Thundercat (yeah)
You don't even get on my song Bachdoor, what's up with that? (What's up?)
Damn Bachdoor, you fucked my bitch but I still took her back (yeah, what's up?)
Swole pocket shawty, yeah, his pockets fat (yeah)
Got my cousin on conspiracy for cookin' crack (yeah)
Fuckin' this bad bitch, she literally fuckin' back (I'm good)
What the fuck I'ma do with this? I need more than that (yeah)
Niggas don't even know he told, he for sure a rat (for sure)
Niggas go through that front door, cus Bachdoor is back (back, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
The bitch popped a perc but she already fried (already fried)
Ayy, had more than seventy-five, goin' down seventy-five (uh-huh)
Yeah, told the bitch I drink and drive, it make me feel alive (yeah, yeah)
Broke the six down to half, think she took the half (yeah)
Get a bitch the pape to have, yeah, this yours to have (yeah)
Yeah, got a dark skin, bitch, yeah, she thick like Sav(yeah)
Broke the bow down with the math, I was good at math (yeah)
Good at math, nigga
Yeah
Okay, cool, say it like
Coach said
4
Yeah, yeah (uh-huh), yeah (uh-huh)
The bitch popped a perc but she already fried (already fried)
Ayy, had more than seventy-five, goin' down seventy-five (uh-huh)
Yeah, told the bitch I drink and drive, it make me feel alive (yeah, yeah)
Broke the six down to half, think she took the half (yeah)
Get a bitch the pape to have, yeah, this yours to have (yeah)
Yeah, got a dark skin, bitch, yeah, she thick like Sav (yeah)
Broke the bow down with the math, I was good at math (yeah)
Put these shades on, I can't see shit but fuckin' cash (uh-huh)
In the trap house, I don't see shit but fuckin' bags (yeah)
In her closet, I don't see shit but fuckin' bags (yeah)
But I won't give no more pussy, niggas no fuckin tags (yeah)
He's a country boy, so he add to country tax (yeah)
I'm still smokin' that shit, the Z stamped on the fuckin' pack (yeah)
Made that bitch come count this money, she thought I wanted cat (yeah)
Glock 19 shoot thunderbolts, call me Backdoor Thundercat (yeah)
You don't even get on my song Bachdoor, what's up with that? (What's up?)
Damn Bachdoor, you fucked my bitch but I still took her back (yeah, what's up?)
Swole pocket shawty, yeah, his pockets fat (yeah)
Got my cousin on conspiracy for cookin' crack (yeah)
Fuckin' this bad bitch, she literally fuckin' back (I'm good)
What the fuck I'ma do with this? I need more than that (yeah)
Niggas don't even know he told, he for sure a rat (for sure)
Niggas go through that front door, cus Bachdoor is back (back, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
The bitch popped a perc but she already fried (already fried)
Ayy, had more than seventy-five, goin' down seventy-five (uh-huh)
Yeah, told the bitch I drink and drive, it make me feel alive (yeah, yeah)
Broke the six down to half, think she took the half (yeah)
Get a bitch the pape to have, yeah, this yours to have (yeah)
Yeah, got a dark skin, bitch, yeah, she thick like Sav(yeah)
Broke the bow down with the math, I was good at math (yeah)
Good at math, nigga
