"DRIVING HOME" lyrics

(Know I'm TRIPLE B3AM team, bitch)
Woah (Trap God)
(What's the word, Hollow?)
Let's go (Hollow)
Hollow, let's go (Hollow)
Woah (Trap God)

I'm drivin' home, noddin' off, off the Perky (Go)
I feel like I ain't even high yet, two won't hurt me (Go)
Stuck off the syrup, I call this shit syrupy (Go, go)
I'm with Steven, I smoke out the pound, this shit irky (Go)
Try not to fuck up before your ass rest in the dirt, please (Let's go)
Woah, let's go, on my real trap shit, I be posted with Hollow (Trap house)
With a G19 at your crib through the backdoor (Trap house)
I just popped me a hydro, still can't relax though
Boy, you say you get money, but that shit ain't facts though
Smokin' a pound of that dope, now the pack gone (Go, go)
Nigga, you lyin' as fuck with a cap on (Go, cap)
In Gucci and Louis designer, threw racks on (Let's go)
Woah, Draco got a body (Body)
I be on top of these bricks like I'm Mr. Miyagi (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Niggas can't never go act like they selves, you gon' copy (Let's go)
I'm with my Mexican Latina bitch eatin' Takis (Ayy, ayy)
Woah, the fan unplugged, Chinese (Ayy, ayy)
The dope fiend test subject, you gon' try these (Ayy, ayy)
(Let's go, let's go) Trap God
Woah, I'm drivin' home, but I'm up off an X
There is so many fishes, you stuck on your ex
We swimmin' in bricks, got the fish havin' sex

Let's go (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh