Drunk Driving

[Intro]
Yea boy, this that real life shit man like yo
We all going through shit broski

[Hook]
I'm out here driving drunk, bitch! (x2)

[Verse 1]
I pop pills when I think about the bills
This ain't trill shit
This real as I maneuver through the field
I feel the grass crumble underneath my stumble
Cause my stomach holding Oxycontin instead of being fed a four course meal
I got two legs for balance and a soul full of talent
But what's talent when my balance is compromised by my angels
Whats the point of love [?] you scared to fuck, walk the plank now [?]
Lethal weapon it's just me and my black friend
In the pearl white whip tryna find dem hoes
I got three on my palm but these won't keep me calm
Finna set shit off like security alarms
She only love me cause she think she know who I am
That's why I ended up having to block all of her calls
So don't hit my phone hoe
Unless you finna unveil slowly out that kimono
Pull up in that oh no, looking too good for your photos
Diving in that pussy while its cream or it's cocoa

[Bridge]
I be gone off these shits (x2)
Boy I wish I ain't exist
I feel like fuck the rest

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm out here bangin' corners steering too tight
Her face look like a food fight
Cruising pass these hoes selling pussy in the moonlight
Back and forth no [?] slacking on stacking that dough
Young Flash been playing Jacks with Jack
She gon' jack me till I blow, woah
Young [?] say she [?]
[?] bitch standing tall [?] brought her down to her knees
Why this lil ass boys throwing shade on me
Palm trees couldn't block the shine and I see
If you really wanna [?] me, we can race to the grave
Tryna live my life you tryna limit my days
[?] advice and [?] advice
Hard to hide cause my bitch don't like that shit, fuck it though
I got hoes on the low low waiting for a chance to kick it in my dojo
Ridin' round solo, three mirror check for the po-po

[Hook]
I'm out here driving drunk, bitch! (x3)