Letra de 'Drive By' de Fivio Foreign

Uh, up and hop out the car
Bow, I pull up and hop out the— ayy, ayy, ayy (lil' bitch, let's do it)
Fivi (ayy, fivi)
Bow (ayy), bow (uh), look

Pull up and hop out the car (skrrt)
That's the end of the job (bow)
The opps told me we be goin' too hard
We be shootin' too much, we be goin' too far
I'm with the six whales and the sharks
Suck my dick, that's from the heart
I see his face, I get a light
He get the spark (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, I watched my life on a vlog (ayy)
They don't never spin me, I'm with the dawgs
Gainin' weight, I need a large
When we got static, I'm fully involved
They ain't dead, we still killin' 'em off
If we want to, we go kill 'em some more
I took a perc, the feeling is remorse
She got a mans, still gettin' her drawers (ayy, ayy, ayy)

I got wolves, I'm still feedin' 'em off (I do, ayy)
Uh, I got money, so I'm feedin' 'em all (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Stood tall when he needed to ball (I did)
Uh, ten toes to fit on the floor
Fivi (fivi), boss (boss), now I can buy me a loft (uh)
But I ain't satisfied at all (nah)
I still gotta fit me in a ford (I do)
Uh (uh), got us still goin' back and forth to court (bow)
Uh, a couple fights that still need to get fought
They thought they was all terrific (ayy)
That was the wrong prediction (it was)
Fivi (fivi), different, everybody know I'm gifted (ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)
Two shots for the wicked (bow, bow), ayy
Pull up, silence, crickets (ayy, ayy, ayy)
It's my crib, you evicted
Smell good, sniff it (bow)
I'ma take all of your bitches (I am)
I'ma take all of your bitches (ayy, ayy, uh)
She let me fuck with the quickness (she do)
Don't let me up it and lift it (uh)
There's a link in my bio, click it (click it)
I'm goin' viral every minute (uh)
She wanna suck it and lick it (do)
All facts, no fiction (facts)
My life is a motherfuckin' mission (facts)
I'm on a motherfuckin' mission (facts)
Cheese, chicken
All this money I be gettin' (bow)
All this money I be gettin', uh
They know I'm good with the women

Pull up and hop out the car
That's the end of the job
The opps told me we be goin' too hard
We be shootin' too much, we be goin' too far
I'm with the six whales and the sharks
Suck my dick, that's from the heart
I see his face, I get a light
He get the spark (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, I watched my life on a vlog
They don't never spin me, I'm with the dawgs
Gainin' weight, I need a large
When we got static, I'm fully involved
They ain't dead, we still killin' 'em off
If we want to, we go kill 'em some more
I took a perc, the feeling is remorse
She got a mans, still gettin' her drawers (ayy, ayy, ayy)