TraTurnUp - Drive Slow

You know the boy cold
Just in case you didn't know
Man i'm bout to go
Yeah I'm chucking up the dos
Gotta drive slow
In the city drive slow
Pull up to the store
Let me get 2 of those

Smoke weed just turned 13 (Addict)
And his daddy penitentiary (Madness)
Her momma sad the bills way past (Dammit)
She gotta be a man she growing up fast (Aging)
Was good in math add or subtract (magic)
But he got him a job now he skip class (Missing)
The streets got too him
He ain't care about who did not know him
He done went and copped him a new gun
He gone bust it or pop the popcorn
In the city you gotta drive slow
Cuz lights flash like when your gas low
Hopped in took a cab out to Brooklyn
He was tryna get a bag for his sister
And she said n****s want stuff in return
And I am not about to give it to them
Ion care bout the rims on ya car
Or bout the dope money that's in ya drawer
And that is real, I see you feel
N****s love smiling at you when they ain't gotta grill
Hating on you cuz you different from them
Then wanna show love when a audience near
Uh uh uh uh see that's that fake love
Uh uh uh uh (Nah uh) you can get on cuz
I got too much time on my hands
And I'm tryna spread all of this positivity
You be the first one who don't understand
And when things hit the fan you going pointing your phalanges

You know the boy cold
Just in case you didn't know
Man im bout to go
Yeah I'm chucking up the dos
Gotta drive slow
In the city drive slow
Pull up to the store
Let me get 2 of those

Drive slow ride slow
Let all them hating n****s see how you riding
They gonna talk down but ima uprise em
Bringing that heat with a beach ima horizon
Quiet ima be quiet my music is gone be loudest
Fired and n***a i'm fried she eat on my jimmy dean sausage (Nasty)
What you doing not much
Just going hella nuts debbie cake spin wheel (aw aw)
Going way up I might serve a n***a up just like I'm Brie Hill (volleyball)
You been talking to much now ya jaws locked up you need a mute pill (Shut up)
You done did some bad stuff
Now its slowly coming up (you shook up the root beer) (Tra what you can't stand)

Barely can stand some n****s
Not jealous man I just don't like some n****s
You stay over there ima stay over here
So the road won't be mad if we meet in the middle
Money all over and under extending
Fall for anything you really is tripping
Life like math sometimes it's simple
Say she don't suck you should see her eat pickles
Gotta drive slow you should see how it go
If you don't try you'll never know (Facts)
If you go to fast then you might crash (Smack)
And if you don't smash then you'll get passed but

You know the boy cold
Just in case you didn't know
Man i'm bout to go
Yeah I'm chucking up the dos
Gotta drive slow
In the city drive slow
Pull up to the store
Let me get 2 of those
You know the boy cold
Just in case you didn't know
Man i'm bout to go
Yeah I'm chucking up the dos
Gotta drive slow
In the city drive slow
Pull up to the store
Let me get 2 of those

Written by:
Travien Davis

Publisher:
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