"Drive By" lyrics
Potter Payper & Slim Lyrics
(That's Chucks)
(Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ah, hold on, nah, Honeywoodsix)
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens
Where I decamped with it, where I lost machines
Give me two nines of dirty and a box of clean
Before the 48 Laws, I used to rob for green
I need a straight drop machine and more submachines
I need a hundred more mil' for me plus the G's
I need fifty more drivers, all these shots to beat
All this snow, you would've thought I was from Costa Rica
I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza
My white ting's nice, but my browning's nicer
I told her drop two bricks off at the Nisa
That's thirty-six twice, these phones are on 36/5
All my soldiers know that early shift grind
I told her, "Put this in your pum"
She must've thought I got a dirty sick mind
'Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the thirty-sixth time
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where them pussio feds tried stop my dreams
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines (Waps)
You'd say the block's hot, and I'd probably agree (Hot, hot, hot)
My next door neighbour used to lock my keys
I was in and out bait, but that was common to me
I never had a grand when I was shottin' at Steve's
Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed
When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease
I still landed on the wing, eating Custard Creams (Fuck)
This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies
I had bricks in the blender, gettin' boshed at Debbie's (Bricks)
I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in (Head)
He was laying down leakin' like he pissed his bedding
I was minding my business, cooking a pack (Wait)
I ain't tryna sound hot, but I'm lookin' for straps
I got lost outta town, I started lookin' for cats
I told myself that I wouldn't be back (Yeah)
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where them pussio feds tried stop my dreams
(Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ah, hold on, nah, Honeywoodsix)
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens
Where I decamped with it, where I lost machines
Give me two nines of dirty and a box of clean
Before the 48 Laws, I used to rob for green
I need a straight drop machine and more submachines
I need a hundred more mil' for me plus the G's
I need fifty more drivers, all these shots to beat
All this snow, you would've thought I was from Costa Rica
I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza
My white ting's nice, but my browning's nicer
I told her drop two bricks off at the Nisa
That's thirty-six twice, these phones are on 36/5
All my soldiers know that early shift grind
I told her, "Put this in your pum"
She must've thought I got a dirty sick mind
'Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the thirty-sixth time
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where them pussio feds tried stop my dreams
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines (Waps)
You'd say the block's hot, and I'd probably agree (Hot, hot, hot)
My next door neighbour used to lock my keys
I was in and out bait, but that was common to me
I never had a grand when I was shottin' at Steve's
Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed
When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease
I still landed on the wing, eating Custard Creams (Fuck)
This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies
I had bricks in the blender, gettin' boshed at Debbie's (Bricks)
I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in (Head)
He was laying down leakin' like he pissed his bedding
I was minding my business, cooking a pack (Wait)
I ain't tryna sound hot, but I'm lookin' for straps
I got lost outta town, I started lookin' for cats
I told myself that I wouldn't be back (Yeah)
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where them pussio feds tried stop my dreams
