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Letra : Drive By
[Potter Payper]
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 Greene
I need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines
I need a hundred more mill 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 tings nice, but my brownings 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 36th time
[Slim & Potter Payper]
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 the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
[Slim]
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
You'd say the block's hot, and I'd probably agree
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
This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies
I had bricks in the blender, gettin' boshed at Debbie's
I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in
He was laying down leakin', like he pissed his bedding
I was minding my business, cooking a pack
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
[Slim & Potter Payper]
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 the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
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 Greene
I need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines
I need a hundred more mill 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 tings nice, but my brownings 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 36th time
[Slim & Potter Payper]
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 the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
[Slim]
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
You'd say the block's hot, and I'd probably agree
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
This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies
I had bricks in the blender, gettin' boshed at Debbie's
I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in
He was laying down leakin', like he pissed his bedding
I was minding my business, cooking a pack
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
[Slim & Potter Payper]
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 the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
