"Driveway" lyrics
(Ah) Uh
Uh, yeah, yeah (Okay, come on)
I'm in rare f— (Truth tellin') I'm in rare form (Truth tellin')
Ah, uh, yeah (Get 'em, haha, okay)
She kicked me out, I stay parked in that driveway like the garage gettin' work done (Stayin' out here, say, uh)
Watchin' that rapper talk tough, feel like he forcin' BBs inside his squirt gun (Squirt gun, yeah)
Only folks I'm jealous of is ones who get fucked up, but it's purely for fun (For fun, keep goin')
Thousands people say they love me, but not one them know me, so it ain't worth nothin'
You pay for a feature, then got carried, paid your carrier like it's T-Mobile (T-Mobile)
I don't get love from the city like Cousin Stizz, Millyz, but fuck it, T global (T global)
I'm tryna make this bitch watch, there will be blood and she keep takin' her phone out (Ah, bitch)
If she pay close attention to Daniel, she'd see who's next to her on this couch (It's me, it's me)
Hospital beds and a trash can in my bathroom (Ah, yeah, uh)
Bad keepin' secrets 'cause I fucked up and told her where my secrets last June (Keep talkin' to 'em, I really fucked up)
I just realized that I'm one-on-one with nobody, by myself or in a packed room (Real packed room)
That explains a lot to me, nobody can talk to me real, plus I'm always leavin' soon (I'm on the way out)
She kick me out, I stay parked in that driveway like the snow won't let me pull out (You high as hell, man, uh, uh)
I was high when I heard Bob Saget died, I smiled 'cause this ain't no Full House
Labels wanted Charlie, Marcus wants Aneth, but I like my music blown out (Blown out)
G Herbo told me pull up, got too fucked up on purpose 'cause I had self-doubt (Shout out to Swervo)
Hospital beds and a trash can in my bedroom now when I got my hair grown out (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Horizontal rotation like a fuckin' merry-go-round, money come with fuckin' pheromones now (You feel me? Smell me)
I was throwin' parties in my house, there are pigs downstairs (Yeah)
Funny how we stare those down, I'm a daredevil and a devil dare
Those who know me to bury temptations in a pair of gold trophies (I got a pair of gold trophies, fuck wrong with you? Ah)
Pair of gold trophies (Yeah)
Diamonds from Sierra Leone, I feel 'em on me
If you don't got any goals, that's good 'cause ain't no goalies
If they don't know where your home is, are they really your homies?
She kick me out, I stay parked in that driveway 'til that girl come back with a jet (Come back)
Honest, I think we've all been cheated on, some of us just ain't catch the bitch yet (You know)
In this music video, you look so high
At least, at least get on uppers or somethin', man, shit
Uh, yeah, yeah (Okay, come on)
I'm in rare f— (Truth tellin') I'm in rare form (Truth tellin')
Ah, uh, yeah (Get 'em, haha, okay)
She kicked me out, I stay parked in that driveway like the garage gettin' work done (Stayin' out here, say, uh)
Watchin' that rapper talk tough, feel like he forcin' BBs inside his squirt gun (Squirt gun, yeah)
Only folks I'm jealous of is ones who get fucked up, but it's purely for fun (For fun, keep goin')
Thousands people say they love me, but not one them know me, so it ain't worth nothin'
You pay for a feature, then got carried, paid your carrier like it's T-Mobile (T-Mobile)
I don't get love from the city like Cousin Stizz, Millyz, but fuck it, T global (T global)
I'm tryna make this bitch watch, there will be blood and she keep takin' her phone out (Ah, bitch)
If she pay close attention to Daniel, she'd see who's next to her on this couch (It's me, it's me)
Hospital beds and a trash can in my bathroom (Ah, yeah, uh)
Bad keepin' secrets 'cause I fucked up and told her where my secrets last June (Keep talkin' to 'em, I really fucked up)
I just realized that I'm one-on-one with nobody, by myself or in a packed room (Real packed room)
That explains a lot to me, nobody can talk to me real, plus I'm always leavin' soon (I'm on the way out)
She kick me out, I stay parked in that driveway like the snow won't let me pull out (You high as hell, man, uh, uh)
I was high when I heard Bob Saget died, I smiled 'cause this ain't no Full House
Labels wanted Charlie, Marcus wants Aneth, but I like my music blown out (Blown out)
G Herbo told me pull up, got too fucked up on purpose 'cause I had self-doubt (Shout out to Swervo)
Hospital beds and a trash can in my bedroom now when I got my hair grown out (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Horizontal rotation like a fuckin' merry-go-round, money come with fuckin' pheromones now (You feel me? Smell me)
I was throwin' parties in my house, there are pigs downstairs (Yeah)
Funny how we stare those down, I'm a daredevil and a devil dare
Those who know me to bury temptations in a pair of gold trophies (I got a pair of gold trophies, fuck wrong with you? Ah)
Pair of gold trophies (Yeah)
Diamonds from Sierra Leone, I feel 'em on me
If you don't got any goals, that's good 'cause ain't no goalies
If they don't know where your home is, are they really your homies?
She kick me out, I stay parked in that driveway 'til that girl come back with a jet (Come back)
Honest, I think we've all been cheated on, some of us just ain't catch the bitch yet (You know)
In this music video, you look so high
At least, at least get on uppers or somethin', man, shit
