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letra de on the drive home - ak tarantino & d.b chapo

[intro: d.b chapo]
shawty lit me all up in these flips, don’t know what to do
[?], i ain’t tryna get a name, wanna say i told you
b-tch, wanna say i told you
yeah, wanna say i told you

[refrain: d.b chapo]
ayy, it’s a lot of things goin’ through my mind at this moment
i want a plane, want a yacht, a duffel and a rolex
i look at jerry, he high, he ain’t roll eyet
this sh-t could get scary, hit his eye, and watch it roll back
bl–dy mary, bl–dy money, how i fold that
i got top shelf, new sh-t, but this an old pack
man, i wish my ex-b-tch would tell me to go back, ayy

[chorus: d.b chapo]
she done lit me all up in these flames, don’t know what to do
[?], i ain’t tryna get a name, wanna say i told you
now i’m makin’ that green every single day like i was coppin’ produce
i got perfect ultra instinct like my f-ckin’ name was goku
telеport the pack, make it come back, i flip it diffеrent ways
don’t mistake me for no hoe, the type to p-ss all on your grave
[?] in the scope, and make you dance, and do the harlem shake
this a one-of-one, i got a drum up on my carbon k

[verse 1: d.b chapo]
ridin’ ’round with stars up in the roof on the drive home
double cup up in the cupholder, purp in that styrofoam
now i’m whippin’, sippin’ back to the crib, i love to drive alone
only time i ever feel sane is on the microphone
hop up and get out of town, and now i’m super hard to reach
me and brodie roll the windows up like we was chong and cheech
don’t know what’s in front of me, hotbox until we can’t even see
if we ain’t [?], throw bags inside the water like we makin’ tea
she said, “i know, i know, i regret what i have done to you”
i know, i know, but that don’t make it okay for you
i know, i know, you ain’t used to what i’ve done for you
but you gon’ realize one of these days i was way too good to you
i know, i know, maybach got h-rns, rhino
seen a white b-tch do smoke, and it f-cked all up her nose
i said i know, i know, this ain’t what you want
goin’ psycho, psycho, numb the pain up with this blunt, b-tch
i’ma call up geico, get the whip and do donuts
said go ahead, go ahead, shake that ass and go real nuts
peanut b-tter whip inside like it’s a bowl of cocoa puffs
like it’s a bowl of cocoa puffs, yeah
[chorus: d.b chapo]
ayy, she done lit me all up in these flames, don’t know what to do
[?], i ain’t tryna get a name, wanna say i told you
now i’m makin’ that green every single day like i was coppin’ produce
i got perfect ultra instinct like my f-ckin’ name was goku
teleport the pack, make it come back, i flip it different ways
don’t mistake me for no hoe, the type to p-ss all on your grave
[?] in the scope, and make you dance, and do the harlem shake
this a one-of-one, i got a drum up on my carbon k

[post-chorus: ak tarantino]
i know, i know, regret what you’ve done to me
i know, i know that some things wouldn’t come to me
i know, i know, yeah, i know, i know

[verse 2: ak tarantino]
i know, i know, you don’t regret what you’ve done to me
i know, i know that some things wouldn’t come to be
stop all of that dissin’, man, it ain’t nothin’ i ain’t heard before
hold on, walk right through this path, across the water, [?]
i can’t count all of the people that come try to question me
we made ’em alfredo, layer ’em out across that messy street
i’m prayin’ to god ’cause i know that he gon’ bless me
i stay with the rod, i feel like zeus if he try testin’ me
only thing she said she want is love, but i can’t give it to you
why you tryna treat me like the one that did it to you?
i look in that book and see the pages, i start flippin’ through ’em
i listen to y’all sh-t, but it’s weak, [?] music
[refrain: ak tarantino]
ayy, it’s a lot of things goin’ through my mind at this moment
i want a plane, want a yacht, a duffel and a rolex
i look at jerry, he high, he ain’t roll eyet
this sh-t could get scary, hit his eye, and watch it roll back
bl–dy mary, bl–dy money, how i fold that
i got top shelf, new sh-t, but this some old pack
man, i wish my ex-b-tch would tell me to go back, ayy

[outro: ak tarantino]
i got dracos, macs, carbons, drums inside my duffel bag
chapo b-roll [?], hit him up, and dump that muzzle at him
i was up at school, i failed a couple classes
but this choppa got a hunnid bullets, i can do mathematics

- ak tarantino d b chapo

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