Long Driveway E

Driveway full of phat shit. They ask me how I do it, magic. I'm on the way, but it's traffic. When we pull up... If you a bad bitch and you know it, Clap your hands. Real niggas two-step, do your dance. We gon' turn up the city with this clique Shit, and we gon' crash every party this summer Like a hit stick. She wonder why I'm busy All the time, I got business. Yeah, bitch. And you motherfucking right, I got Bitches. Plus I gotta put on this show. Huh? I gotta run this bag up. It'll gotta bring home my lo's. It's summertime, girls just wanna have fun. Gotta wait 'til it get cold if you wanna Have my son. It's summertime, girls just wanna have Fun. Two girls in my bed, fuck a one-on-one. We gon' go on a date, Steak 48. Take a pic for the 'Gram, but don't post 'til I shake. Got a big can of mace If I ain't got a K. In the streets, I got more beef than Kendrick And Dre. Kendrick and Dre. Driveway full of phat shit. They ask me how I do it, magic. Clique-clique-clique-clique. I'm on the way, but It's traffic. When we pull up, we gon' blow Through the bag quick. Bang, lil' mama, Hey, lil' mama, hey. Shake your ass, just don't move your waist. Hey, lil' mama, hey, lil' mama, hey. Shake your ass, just don't move your waist. G turned me up, now I'm on go. I'm I might need to get the NDA, she Like to post. I ain't. Skin bringing sand to The beach, like where the hoes at? Left the party with her, got a spot to Be alone at. Yeah, I spend it like I Get it, nigga, quick. These verses like a brick. Brick. I'm perfect to the bitch. The bitch. I'm cursed, but I'm rich, and I'm Lit. Nine bitches, who the fifth? Big dog, who the pit? And I'm fly, who the shit? Me. G good in the set, my all blue Is all red. All red. flirt with all the Hoes, got them twerking with they friends. She lit, me too, and that dress see-through. Louis V's two thousand, that's a stack for each Shoe. They know who I be, if they don't, I let them know. Oh, it's on. It Say I gotta pay to play, but swear She no ho. Know I curve hoes like the Five-eighty on the road. That's my word, though, believe what I say, my Word gold. It's real. Driveway full of phat shit. They ask me how I do it, magic. Clique-clique-clique-clique. I'm on the way, but It's traffic. When we pull up, we gon' blow Through the bag quick. Bang, Hey, lil' mama, Hey, lil' mama, hey. Shake your ass, just don't move your waist. Hey, lil' mama, hey, lil' mama, hey. Shake your ass, just don't move your waist. We at the clique house.