"Drive Slow" Lyrics

Yeah, uh

Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie
Might be passing by the bitches that dosed on me
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie
In case somebody starts trippin', I got both on me
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I know a nigga got a long way, but it's my own way
My people fucks with me the long way
I know they gon' throw shade, but there's no way
I'm not gettin' rich 'cause I'm the wrong shade, no way
Big bag, finna split it four ways (uh)
All my cats hustlin', avoidin' dark days (uh)
There's always gonna be a hater
I blame your lack of fuckin' self love, homie
See the problem is you're always playin' victim
I'm on these instrumentals tryna beat the system
Oh, but you was jokin' when there was no pot to piss in
So fuck your condescending tweets
'Cause you pass 'em off as wisdom (uh)
I was such a people pleaser
Until I had a metal rod put up in my femur
My life is a movie, dawg
And being broke was the motherfuckin' teaser
I'm Frieza, in my final form I'm the chief, yeah
So wait 'til I get my moola right
Pull up in the coupe, leave 'em stupified
Then blue tick a bitch 'cause I'm verified, yeah

Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie (feel me?)
Might be passing by the bitches that dosed on me (you never know)
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie
In case somebody starts trippin', I got both on me
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie
(Drive slow but keep the windows up, they know it's me)
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie
(Yeah, this rap shit changed my life)

Look, yeah
Always rockin' that "this-ain't-out-yet"
But this ain't 'bout that
You don't even have to ask how much it cost
If I tell you that it's the latest
Just know a nigga get respect
In any form of payment, that's right, yeah
And this is only entertainment
They playing me again on these frequency modulations
And lately I've been showing up frequently on them playlists
But I can't help but feel like real niggas is underrated
I swear, nothin' changing this year, I ain't makin' it fair
They lookin' at me like they facin' their fears
They pay me double what you get on stage just to appear
It's whatever if you takin' it there, no hesitation, uh
They just mad that I have a seat at the table, but
I'm crushing flour on top of their invitations
Dinner tonight at Saints and I'm making some reservations, uh
They just mad I ain't seeking their validation, look
I was such a people pleaser
Until they put a metal rod inside my brother's femur, yeah
My life is a movie, dawg, yeah
And getting rich is the motherfuckin' sequel, nigga, yeah

Drive slow, homie (Yeah), you never know, homie
Might be passing by the bitches that dosed on me
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie (yeah)
In case somebody starts trippin', I got both on me (yeah)
(Niggas be asking me "how you do it?")
Drive slow, homie ("how you make it to be a rapper?")
You never know, homie (I'm like, "Yo, get a good lawyer)
Might be passing by the bitches that dosed on me ("you feel me?")
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie
In case somebody starts trippin', I got both on me
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie

Yeah, uh
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie
Might be passing by the bitches that dosed on me
Drive slow, homie, you never know, homie
In case somebody starts trippin', I got both on me
You never know, homie