"Driver" lyrics
She tryna count the rings on it
(The Elements)
Rings on it, I got me with some rings on it
Hunnids, ah, yeah
Big body, had a Q8 truck
She tryna count the rings on it
Got a bitch from Tahiti eating me for lunch
This the life, wonder why the kids want it
5'11, but do it big, don't it?
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
We gon run up the mileage, higher than the pilot
Got a stick on the passenger, one on the driver
Walk through the hood and they dead on arrival
Hotter than a desert, can't depend on nobody
I've been livin' fast, my city like survival
If it ain't in the stash, it's under spare tire
Boy, I tell ya'
Fuck a stylist, mix and match my designer, I tell ya'
And fuck the pressure, I ain't even apply it, nigga
Forget your alliance nigga, I'm a lone soldier and I'm ridin'
Gotta keep a sticky on me like a old folk
'Cause I heard it's only young niggas dyin'
And I keep the trenches wit' me like a postal
And there ain't no changin' me if I wasn't tryin'
See, Balenciaga my motherfuckin' diet
And I don't trust nobody except for the pilot
So I never panic, yeah
'Cause I could just buy a nigga if it's static
'Cause I keep these rackades on me, automatic, nigga
And I'ma spend hunnids up on 'em up on the Pateks ('Tek)
Big body, had a Q8 truck
She tryna count the rings on it
Got a bitch from Tahiti eating me for lunch
This the life, wonder why the kids want it
5'11, but do it big, don't it?
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
We gon run up the mileage, higher than the pilot
Got a stick on the passenger, one on the driver
Walk through the hood and they dead on arrival
Hotter than a desert, can't depend on nobody
I've been livin' fast, my city like survival
If it ain't in the stash, it's under spare tire
Boy, I tell ya'
Fuck a stylist, mix and match my designer, I tell ya'
And fuck the pressure, I ain't even apply it, nigga
Big body, had a Q8 truck
5'11, but do it big, don't it
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
Stick on the passenger, one on the driver
(The Elements)
Rings on it, I got me with some rings on it
Hunnids, ah, yeah
Big body, had a Q8 truck
She tryna count the rings on it
Got a bitch from Tahiti eating me for lunch
This the life, wonder why the kids want it
5'11, but do it big, don't it?
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
We gon run up the mileage, higher than the pilot
Got a stick on the passenger, one on the driver
Walk through the hood and they dead on arrival
Hotter than a desert, can't depend on nobody
I've been livin' fast, my city like survival
If it ain't in the stash, it's under spare tire
Boy, I tell ya'
Fuck a stylist, mix and match my designer, I tell ya'
And fuck the pressure, I ain't even apply it, nigga
Forget your alliance nigga, I'm a lone soldier and I'm ridin'
Gotta keep a sticky on me like a old folk
'Cause I heard it's only young niggas dyin'
And I keep the trenches wit' me like a postal
And there ain't no changin' me if I wasn't tryin'
See, Balenciaga my motherfuckin' diet
And I don't trust nobody except for the pilot
So I never panic, yeah
'Cause I could just buy a nigga if it's static
'Cause I keep these rackades on me, automatic, nigga
And I'ma spend hunnids up on 'em up on the Pateks ('Tek)
Big body, had a Q8 truck
She tryna count the rings on it
Got a bitch from Tahiti eating me for lunch
This the life, wonder why the kids want it
5'11, but do it big, don't it?
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
We gon run up the mileage, higher than the pilot
Got a stick on the passenger, one on the driver
Walk through the hood and they dead on arrival
Hotter than a desert, can't depend on nobody
I've been livin' fast, my city like survival
If it ain't in the stash, it's under spare tire
Boy, I tell ya'
Fuck a stylist, mix and match my designer, I tell ya'
And fuck the pressure, I ain't even apply it, nigga
Big body, had a Q8 truck
5'11, but do it big, don't it
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
Stick on the passenger, one on the driver
