Drive-Thru
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Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job
On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,
That's a big plot, HB how my winds block
All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,
Boom, making room motherfucker, who is you?
Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules
Look at everything I do I never lose,
Boom, boom, boom, makin room
Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job
On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,
That's a big plot, HB how my winds block
All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,
Boo, making room motherfucker, who is you?
Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules
Look at everything I do I never lose,
Boom, boom, boom, makin room
That's a backfire from the Chevy, from packing the wood that's heavy
Got lights on the grill when I'm over cooking a lil hefty
I Season the reasons to get the feelin of droppin' deadly
I never got a pull plate, my belly, full of Jelly
Slim thin, makes you think again, thumb on your chinny chin
Finger points the other way, cause you can never comprehend
Words that I say, corresponds to a letterman
Pin drop, my pen jots the pain, like an aspirin
That's a grave, like the letter grade, let them in
Drive through, like I'm everybody's medicine,
Too cold, the snotty nose, of relevant
I can do whatever whenever, the coffin is rent
Never understood cuz I got my hood from the woods
Never ran away cuz I got the products of goods
Product of the avenue, never sayin I could
But I did motherfucker, ask the sheep that's crying wolf
Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job
On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,
That's a big plot, HB how my winds block
All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,
Boom, making room motherfucker, who is you?
Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules
Look at everything I do I never lose,
Boom, boom, boom, makin room
Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job
On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,
That's a big plot, HB how my winds block
All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,
Boo, making room motherfucker, who is you?
Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules
Look at everything I do I never lose,
Boom, boom, boom, makin room
Bitch I'm stunting like my daddy, I'm runnin' off in the Chevy
Goin to the local market, never return from the deli
That's a low life living, how we building just to get ready
For the years, with no stable foundation, concrete too heavy
I'm Ready to pop, I'm ready to drop, any motherfuckers that's out of control
If they don't, leave me alone, they keep on commenting, bending it,
Whining out with my story cuz they believe I'm a clone
With everything I always write down, goes over their dome
And that alone let's me know that I'm far from my own
Don't need a contract, to contact, this lead to the chrome
The 9 mil ain't the weight, it's just part of the loan
Of How your signing with me, an begging me to take you home
Lead pin point, across the page, crossin' you out
This country boy been running miles, clockin' into the routes
An that's a while up these woods, where you lost but never found
No trail, to trail along, my trailers got a b-b-bounce
Look at how my paint jots, on your paint job
On the big wheels, Chevy truck, parking in the big lot,
That's a big plot, HB how my winds block
All these motherfuckers, through the window of a winning slot,
Boo, making room motherfucker, who is you?
Coming straight from the gutter, breaking rules
Look at everything I do I never lose,
Boom, boom, boom, makin room