Drive Me

Drive Me [J Hus:] Hustler, baby JOAT And these niggas drive me up the wall And these niggas drive me up the wall And these niggas drive me up the wall Drive me, drive me up the wall Dem boy pretty, J Hus gruesome Dem boy bowcat, I could never two's them What's that smell? I think I smell bacon You weren't in them cabbies, you was banging on them pagans My don grips the strally, these Glock sticks I carry I couldn't give a damn about no Tom, Dick or Harry Ayesha with the batty, that's one chick I'd marry Hit it from the back and tell her "cum quick for daddy" You ain't been about if you ain't heard of my niggas I'll never spill beans, I'll ride a bird for my niggas And if that chick ugly, ugly like me I'll take one for the team and ride that bird for my niggas Looking for me? I ain't hard to find My niggas ride out just to pass the time Now my new ting bugging me cause I forgot to call Babygirl, you know you drive me up the wall And these niggas drive me up the wall And these niggas drive me up the wall And these niggas drive me up the wall Drive me, drive me up the wall [x2] [Fekky:] These niggas know my pattern F*** a bandwagon, I'll just bang at 'em, damn cannon Fake friend and backstabber, dough-grabber I bogle with my strap like Shabba Capital F, I'm a capital G I dare a motherfuc*** try and slap it on me I'm a bad boy, I'll clap it in a batty boy's knee I walk in that dance with that ratchet on me Niggas phone my phone, you don't get no answer You don't eat, no rice, no pasta Don't lie, no jokes, no banter Half my niggas in the can like Fanta Real ni***, yeah, I'm really certified Yeah, only rolling round with certain guys What's all the talk? You ain't about that life I've got that big MAC for these small fry [J Hus:] And these niggas drive me up the wall And these niggas drive me up the wall And these niggas drive me up the wall Drive me, drive me up the wall [x2]