NIGHTDRIVE

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 Yah, yah, yah, yah, brrr
 Huh, PRH
 Woooh, ay
 Hold it back, ayy (What)
 That's a rack, ayy (Yea)
 Take a step, ayy (What)
 Bentley Black, ayy (Skrrt)
 That's on set, ayy (Brr)
 Smokin' crack, ayy (Huh)
 It's so fat, ayy (Track off)
 (Ready, let's make the crack) Shake that, ayy
 Hold up, woah (Yea)
 Keep the money goin'
 Steady grind, bitch, and I never broke
 Fuck up all them hoe's, and their faggot bros
 Hatin' on me, you will always lose (Ay)
 G's talkin' murder shit they never do (Never do)
 Trappin' by the stove while you faggot broke (Broke)
 Talkin' money, fame, cash, cars, hoe's (What)
 Have 'em pull up, have 'em runnin', go
 Dolla signs fuck my mind up (Brr)
 And I really got no time, get my grind up (Brr)
 If you wanna get this dick, hit my line up
 But you maybe gotta wait, gotta line up (Yea, yea, what)
 That's that damn Milly Rock
 Mix it with that chilli sauce (Brr)
 Make the cream in the pot
 I be always cookin' up
 And I never take an L
 No matter how I fell
 I just wanna keep it real
 Talkin' trash that I feel
 Shoutout to my day ones, back in old days
 They've been ridin' with me, since I started thinkin' straight
 Think it through, got a clue, ain't no estimatin'
 Bitch, go on hatin'
 One day, you'll be cravin'
 Fuck the nightlife, bitch, I'm in a night drive
 Whip it up, double back, ain't no nice guy
 Fill her up with the juice, 1-5 times
 She gon' swallow my kids, that's a lifeline (Lifeline)
 Dollar bills in my Louis V wallet (Wallet)
 Do I have the sauce? (What) Sorry, I ain't got it (No)
 I'm so rich, bought a damn crib without college (Ah)
 Fuck school, bitch, I don't ever want it (Nope, aye)
 Hold it back, ayy (What)
 That's a rack, ayy (Yea)
 Take a step, ayy (What)
 Bentley Black, ayy (Skrrt)
 That's on set, ayy (Brr)
 Smokin' crack, ayy (Track off)
 It's so fat, ayy
 (Ready, let's make the crack) Shake that, ayy
 Hold up, woah (Yea)
 Keep the money goin'
 Steady grind, bitch, and I never broke (Nope)
 Fuck up all them ho's, and their faggot bros
 Hatin' on me, you will always lose (Ay)
 G's talkin' murder shit they never do (Never do)
 Trappin' by the stove while you faggot broke (Broke)
 Talkin' money, fame, cash, cars, hoe's (What)
 Have 'em pull up, have 'em runnin', go
 Dolla signs fuck my mind up (Brr)
 And I really got no time, get my grind up (Brr)
 If you wanna get this dick, hit my line up
 But you maybe gotta wait, gotta line up (Yea, yea)