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letra de scams & testers - driveway baby

[intro]
helping the fight against the drug cartels in mexico
the latest cartel target: mexico’s military (enrgy)
the jalisco new generation cartel took the fight to the next level
shootin’ down a military helicopter— helicopter wiht a rocket-propelled grenade
k!lling people, six of them, last week
look at that, as the country…

[verse 1: driveway baby]
me and rio talkin’ spicy off a three-grammer
n-gga mad at his b-tch, he found out i rammed her
an opp just pulled up, quavis, pass the hammer
told the clerk press these numbers in with my grammar
pour up a dirty-ass pop, i ain’t even measure
i’ll f-ck the deaf out a b-tch, you tryna give her pleasure
we got n-ggas slappin’ bud and passin’ testers
i’m turnin’ up all year, i’m applyin’ pressure
don’t get confused, i’ll get a lil’ violent
i’m quick to bust a n-gga up, i ain’t got a license
i’m out my sh-t when i’m mad, i don’t condone fightin’
shoot the ar in the dark, it look like it’s lightning
got a compressor on the heat, it sound a little silent
i’m on the road back-to-back, i’m lookin’ for a driver
and i can’t take the wheel from you, you gotta be a rider
i be off percs in the back, i be a lil’ tired
f-ck up one time on this b-tch, you gettin’ fired
i got motherf-ckers in my inbox waitin’ to get hired
quavis bust your ass, you’ll get wired
i don’t cuff b-tches, ’cause i don’t like liars
pourin’ up back-to-back, we off good juice
crooked-ass buffs on your face, them too loose
i ain’t lookin’ for a b-tch, you b-tches too through
nine different colors in my pockets like some froot loops
[interlude: rio da yung og]
yeah
it’s rio, motherf-cker

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
what up, je?
pop a n-gga with no mask, b-tch, i’m kd
we just smoked a whole zip, it’s me and a-lee
back-to-back ‘woods in this b-tch, man, i can’t see
keep your hi-tech, i only buy that from my auntie
just hit a b-tch and f-cked her name up, i know she hate me
roll my own weed, i can sell the ‘bows for eighteen
strap your nuts on and hit the road, you can make cheese
but i don’t do the swiping, that just ain’t me
i’d rather sell dope, i can cut a brick and make three
or buy a pound of runtz and charge a hundred for my eighthies
my uncle made a n-gga drop a k with a .380
shoot the club up, now you can’t do no show
on 12th street givin’ out free smoke, but this ain’t hookah, though
i’m a rapper, but i’m janky, but you knew that, though
i’ll book a session, then rob you for your studio
then go drop somethin’
my n-gga shot the vest up, he seen an opp clubbin’
ridin’ around with two glocks, i’m tryna drop somethin’
f-ck around and caught a fed case, but that ain’t stop nothin’

- driveway baby

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