I Drive By (feat. Gucci Mane & Danny Brown) - Riff Raff & Lil Tracy

Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (So Icy, so Icy) Seytoba baby I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive a sports car, bitch, put 'em Bapes to the gas If you scared go to church 'cause I'm finna drive fast Throwing cash out the brain of a '74 Oldsmo There no mojo he need to get some mo do Cornerstore, Amaco, bought a crist to flat show Niggas want that wola shawty meet right by Grocian Road East side up, put them E's in the air If you smoking Bubba Kush, put them trees in the air I'm smoking on that kush so it's stankin' up my car They call me twinkle twinkle 'cuase they know that I'm a star I told her come here then I didn't say shit 'Cause my ice talk for me, I don't need no broke bitch I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow Gucci fish, shoes and a purse too Steala of yo' chain, turn yo' watch to Starburst too Put them Lemon Heads in yo' ears Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo' fingers Now you're envied by yo' peers and I'ma get yo ass in shape All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo' ass loosin' weight (Leanin') Gucci Mane got you straight, huh? You know he got that cake, gave it to her first date I'ma ride down the block like a damn X Pill Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels I'ma roll down the block like a damn X Pill Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow I drive real fast, baby, I don't drive slow I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow Drop the top on that thang just to let yo' hair blow Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow Yeah Rose, red Mikey's wit Bapes, On some pharaoh shit, bitches feedin' niggas grapes I'ma buy some hot wings but I could buy steak But I'm good wit a trout, bitch a model too fake They toyin' on the beat, so you know they gone hate Had that Tony Tiger Kush, man that shit smoke great Got that water bumpin' talented I think I can do it Drop me and yo' body fill wit them other fluid Trappa slash rappa but a full time G Smokin' purp wit my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's I'm a trappa slash rappa but a full time G Smokin' purp wit my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's

That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel That's exactly how I feel I woke up this morning (God) Wrong side of the bed I don't have to 'xplain it, oh (how I feel) I might be a bitch (bitch) I might make a friend (friend) Ain't I so amazing? (Uh-huh) Love me or hate me Ooh, I ain't changing And I don't give a fuck, no That's exactly how I feel (uh) That's exactly how I feel (say it again) That's (woo) exactly how I feel Don't hide no emotions (emotions) Wear 'em on my sleeve (on my sleeve) All my feelings Gucci (it's Gucci, haha) Can't hold back my tears That would be a crime 'Cause I look pretty crying Oh, they ain't tell you? Love me or hate me Ooh, I ain't changing And I don't give a fuck, no That's exactly how I feel (how I feel, yeah) That's exactly how I feel (how I feel, it's Gucci) That's exactly how I feel I feel like hurtin' they feelings (yeah) I don't get mad, I get millions (yeah) My heart ain't got no feelings My cars ain't got no ceiling I ain't with that acting all friendly Please step away from the Bentley You're either not with me or with me The fye close by like it's Whitney Stay in your lane, don't tempt me Mr. Bust-A-Whole-Clip-'Til-It's-Empty I got a feelin' that tonight's gonna be a good night Like Ferg and them said, god willing Fire chains on like burr (burr) Feelin' like rockin' my fur (fur) Rolls Royce with the chauffeur (huh?) How your toes feel on a mink fur? It's Gucci Cry 'cause I want to Smile if I want to, huh Yes, I can Love 'cause I want to Get so mad I could scream (I could scream) I could scream (I could scream) I could scream (sing it) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah That's exactly how I feel (how I feel) That's exactly how I feel (how I feel) That's (that's), exactly (exactly), how (I), I feel

Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday Go, white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go, white girl, it's ya birthday (Yeah, I know) Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man (Yeah, I know) So I got this twelve pack (Yeah, I know) We blow smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear Sayin', she just wanna party Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale Pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside 'em, blindside 'em Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros She's jockin' and it's obvious I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby father is But I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley I'm rollin' up the Marley I'm drunk as Paul McCartney I'm aided by the shawty I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of 'em I leave out with 9 of 'em That's 14 I keep around I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin' Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car Take 'em to the house and what Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth How we do it down south, what I'm always going, going Ghettovison is sewing Plowing, growing, growing Crop those things I'm a brewing Catfish Billy, on ya grilly Cook it up, make a mealy Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly Fucked up But I'll tell you that I can't complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane Keepin' yo bitch in a tame I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Prima, we just wanna party Ha, ha, ha Yela, Gucci, burr That's hard

Wop Wop Marii Beatz, turn me up! Go Lately, I've been hangin' by myself Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (Fuck 'em, my dude) Fuck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (Rassclaat) The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (My dude) I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (Rassclaat) I put that on my son and my mother, mane My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane I'm sellin' dope 'cause dope don't sell itself My hood full of steppers, gotta watch your steps Tornado wrist, my right arm is a hurricane My jeweler call me Noah's Ark, I'm floodin' everything I'm standin' in the section by myself (It's Gucci) I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (Free Meech) I'm from East Atlanta, niggas sell you anything (Bouldercrest) And I'm a genius, bitch, so I can't go for anything (Wop) Lately, I've been hangin' by myself Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (Fuck 'em, my dude) Fuck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (Rassclaat) The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (My dude) I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (Rassclaat) I put that on my son and my mother, mane My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane They threw me in the dungeon by myself So lately, I don't need nobody else Man, fuck 'em, man, them fuckers, man, they traitors, mane I never liked him anyway, he been a hater, mane Without a gun, without a diamond or a gem (No) Feel like a boxer, I was trainin' in a gym (Box) The federal penitentiary, I really hated, mane (Fuck 'em) This shit'll make you go insane, I seen some crazy things (Free Chain) Lately, I've been hangin' by myself (Free Pop) I feel like I don't need nobody else (Free Twon) In Alabama, man, I did some crazy things (Wop) I had to rob some folks, Them folks was playin' crazy games (It's Gucci) Lately, I've been hangin' by myself Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (Fuck 'em, my dude) Fuck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (Rassclaat) The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (My dude) I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (Rassclaat) I put that on my son and my mother, mane My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane

It's Gucci Mane and Bruno That's one dynamic duo A lot of women want me But I'm in love with you though Your ex is unimportant That boy can't even afford it I drive so many foreigns Baby I should be deported I got a condo in Manhattan Baby girl, what's hatnin'? You and your ass invited So gon' and get to clappin' So pop it for a player Pop, pop it for me Turn around and drop it for a player Drop, drop it for me I'll rent a beach house in Miami Wake up with no jammies (Nope) Lobster tail for dinner Julio serve that scampi (Julio!) You got it if you want it Got, got it if you want it Said you got it if you want it Take my wallet if you want it now Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let's put some miles on it Anything you want, just to put a smile on it You deserve it baby, you deserve it all And I'm gonna give it to you Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like I'm talkin' trips to Puerto Rico Say the word and we go You can be my freaka Girl, I'll be a fleeko, mamacita I will never make a promise that I can't keep I promise that your smile ain't gon' never leave Shopping sprees in Paris Everything 24 karats Take a look in that mirror Now tell me who's the fairest Is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?) Say it's us (say it's us) and I'll agree, baby Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let's put some miles on it Anything you want, just to put a smile on it You deserve it baby, you deserve it all And I'm gonna give it to you Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like If you say you want a good time Well here I am baby, here I am baby Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Tell me what's on your mind (what's on your mind) If you want it, girl come and get it All this is here for you Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby What you tryna do Babe, I like the way you touch me But love the way you fuck me Girl, ain't no need for frontin' 'Cause you're my type of woman Wanna fly you out the country To show you how I'm stuntin' (ya) 'Cause you got what I'm wanting And I got all this money (It's Gucci) Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like

Raven, Lil Peep Tracy Oh, oh, oh Rrr Shawty hit me on my phone, phone, phone Said she love me, I say, "oh, oh, oh" But I'm never comin' home, home, home Bitch, you left me on my own, own, own Now I'm gettin' to the dough, dough, dough Fuckin' bitches on the road, road, road Now I got a lot of hoes, hoes, hoes Say they love me, I'm like "oh, oh, oh" Sorry baby I gotta go I ain't tell her "bye-bye" I'm flyin' up shawty, watch me fly by Alright, alright, alright Baby, you can come with me if you wanna fly high I'm countin' bands with Lil Peep Ridin' through the city and I got your bitch with me Ayy, she say she love me, I say, "oh" Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Bitch, no, no, no Where were you when I was broke, broke, broke? Now you want me 'cause I glow, glow Shawty hit me on my phone, phone, phone Said she love me, I say, "oh, oh, oh" But I'm never comin' home, home, home Bitch, you left me on my own, own, own Now I'm gettin' to the dough, dough, dough Fuckin' bitches on the road, road, road Now I got a lot of hoes, hoes, hoes Say they love me, I'm like "oh, oh, oh" I need that bread like a loaf I get that neck from your hoe She is not shy, but she choke Told me she love me, I'm like "oh" Met that lil' bitch on the road She do not want me to go I just got paid for a show Turned it up like the stove I'm conceited, bitch, I got a reason Ice in my mouth, you can see it Sun out, but I'm freezin' Everyday is the weekend I cannot love a lil' hoe I know you fucked my lil' bro Twerkin' that shit, I'm like "oh" Twerkin' that shit, I'm like "oh" Shawty hit me on my phone, phone, phone Said she love me, I say, "oh, oh, oh" But I'm never comin' home, home, home Bitch, you left me on my own, own, own Now I'm gettin' to the dough, dough, dough Fuckin' bitches on the road, road, road Now I got a lot of hoes, hoes, hoes Say they love me, I'm like "oh, oh, oh"

Oh, oh, oh I know these bitches gon' know Badmon56k When we pulling up, yeah Oh, wooh, oh, oh Ayy, bad bitch on a perc, Feel like I'm fucking on a fiend (fucking on a fiend) Used to rock them Eckō's, now it's Balmain on my jeans (yeah) Shawty so bad, girl, I fuck with your physique (yeah) I'm stranded at sea, I got drip, yeah (yeah) Five fucking racks for the fit, yeah Snakeskin on my shoe, they finna hiss, yeah (hiss) I swear this Gucci ring love to glisten I swear I love these bitches, I'm a feminist Yeah, eating on that pussy like filet mignon Ayy, yo' bitch all in my DMs, better take her phone Yeah, shoutout Buku Bandz, them my lil bros Yeah, hit 'em with the heat, leave 'em in the snow, yeah I got cheese so I put it on my bread Triple D's, them titties bigger than my head (goddamn) Alex McQueen mixed it up with the Hermès Stepped on the scene, made that bitch lose her breath (yeah, yeah) Jumped out the Porsche then I jumped in a jet (jumped in a jet) Oh that's your whore, then why she giving neck? (why?) My foreign bitch tryna teach me French (bonjour) My spanish bitch speak no English (yeah) Ayy, bad bitch on a perc, Feel like I'm fucking on a fiend (fucking on a fiend) Used to rock them Eckō's, now it's Balmain on my jeans (yeah) Shawty so bad, girl, I fuck with your physique (yeah) I'm stranded at sea, I got drip, yeah (yeah) Ayy, I got on Moncler kicks (Moncler) Gave my bitch a few hunnid, go get your hair did I'm eating good, my money green just like asparagus Lil Tracy broke as shit, boy you hilarious I'm a king in my city, that's for sure (that's for sure) Yeah, and PETA don't support me, I rock fur (bitch I rock fur) Boy, you been broke for ten years, that's absurd Get the fuck off yo' ass (get the fuck off Yo' ass), won't you get you a bag (get you a bag) Buy your lil bitch a bag Ayy, bad bitch on a perc, Feel like I'm fucking on a fiend (fucking on a fiend) Used to rock them Eckō's now It's Balmain on my jeans (yeah) Shawty so bad, girl, I fuck with your physique (yeah) I'm stranded at sea, I got drip, yeah (yeah) Oh, oh, oh I know these bitches gon' know When we pulling up, yeah Oh, oh, oh