[Lyric] Drive (DDK)

[Intro]
Ay, huh
All I care about is you
(Is that Chris?)

[Chorus]
Foot on the gas, yeah I’m in drive
They used to laugh, so I just grind
10 on the dash, 5 on the side
Swerve it and crash, I gotta shine
Foot on the gas, yeah I’m in drive
They used to laugh, so I just grind
10 on the dash, 5 on the side
Swerve it and crash, I gotta shine

[Verse 1]
Ball out for the team like Westbrook
Throw dimes in the pocket like Russell
Out southeast, feeling like south beach
Knowin these lil boys don’t wanna tussle
Got beef in the city like Tyson
Y’all chicken motherfuckers y’all little
Let the song cry, kick it like an onside
Then I let the sky fall, I ain’t gonna diss you
Bro stay with me and he got a rocket
He from DC, ball like Wall
Ain’t switch team, yeah I gotta hit dreams
Since I was 15, knew I want it all
I ain’t never sneak diss on a rap star
Y’all motherfuckers, y’all act hard
Remember days when they all used to laugh off
Call me Caesar stabbin them backs yo
Jimmy Neutron, bitch bouta blast off
Got the metal on a dog like Goddard
Kick a bitch out the crib like Conor
Shoot 3’s for the team like Bonner
Get the beat straight, bitch don’t wander
I curved her, nah I don’t want her
With the bros and we stars like Warner
Go la-da shoot from the corner
[Chorus]
Foot on the gas, yeah I’m in drive
They used to laugh, so I just grind
10 on the dash, 5 on the side
Swerve it and crash, I gotta shine
Foot on the gas, yeah I’m in drive
They used to laugh, so I just grind
10 on the dash, 5 on the side
Swerve it and crash, I gotta shine
Foot on the gas, yeah I’m in drive
They used to laugh, so I just grind
10 on the dash, 5 on the side
Swerve it and crash, I gotta shine
Foot on the gas, yeah I’m in drive
They used to laugh, so I just grind
10 on the dash, 5 on the side
Swerve it and crash, I gotta shine

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah
Nah right there, right there, look
(Is that Chris?)
Yeah, yeah, ay

[Verse 2]
I said boy this be that real shit
Pull up to your crib shit
Gotta cross on me and I ball out like I’m Christian
Kick her Christiano, ballin like Ronaldo
That’s yo girl? Nah, lil bitch that is our hoe
Man I get that cash fast, I don’t never rhyme slow
Bro we wet em up and you could get his ass a poncho
Ballin like I’m Rondo, all up through high, lows
Flow it just be wavy, I be swimming like I’m Ponyo
Apartments to them condos, bad bitch from the Congo
Ballin like I’m Lonzo, make her hit a high note
Throw it in a line yo, y’all could see the signs bro
I don’t never lie no, bitch I’m going off yo (aye, yuh)
I gotta get it one day at a time I can never be up on a break
I told my mama that I’m getting rich
And I’m buying her houses all up in the states
All these locations, building frustration
I gotta get it like rich everyday
Starving, I’m hungry, my pockets ain’t jumpin
I need me a check and I need me a safe
It’s DDK, fuck did you say?
Bitch I go get it, you all in the way
Remember the days I was eating them noodles for dinner
I was study been dreaming bout steaks
Y’all know it’s me, y’all know I did it
I be like Jordan, Fuck Scotty Pippen
All on my own, I gotta win it
Bron in the 4th, blocking them bitches (gang)