14VVS - Driving Drunk

I told mama Imma fighter
Yeah we lit like Bic we on fire like a lighter
Yeah she seen them racks, she said i could get inside her
I know imma be good, I told mama imma fighter
Hey, I'm just tryna live it up
He don't know nobody but I bet that nigga know what-sup
Imma kill the Styrofoam, yeah you know I'm double cupped
Man I'm on my lonesome, I don't think I'll make it home

I don't think I'll make it home
Sipping on Tris I'm driving drunk
Smoking gas, we smoking funk
We making noise like a horn, hump, hey
Smoking on gas in silent it's so loud
Taking that shit in silence you popped, hey
Fucking hoes they in they mouth
Sipping henny from the mouth
My nigga's so sick they vile
Married to the game vow
We getting green, yeah
I get the money the hundreds inside of my pockets I only buy Fitteds
I don't think I'll make it home
I don't think I'll make it home
I said a prayer can I make it home
I said a prayer can I make it home

I told mama Imma fighter
Yeah we lit like Bic we on fire like a lighter
Yeah she seen them racks, she said i could get inside her
I know imma be good, I told mama imma fighter
Hey, I'm just tryna live it up
He don't know nobody but I bet that nigga know what-sup
Imma kill the Styrofoam, yeah you know I'm double cupped
Man I'm on my lonesome, I don't think I'll make it home

Written by:
Dorien Mckenzie

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