Drive Bys lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Vice Versa (Yaj & PoppyH))

 Yeah, I'm off a bar, they want me out of here (Boom)

My heater gon' air out the opposite (Boom)

On the block with my ice, still rockin' it (Yes)

While she silenced, the girl put a sock in it (Whoa)

I got hitters and killers, they arsonists

I got drugs, I'm a street pharmacist

He a rat, the Glock must be arsenic

Whip the pot, I put my whole arm in it, damn

I keep the fuego, they know the style (Yeah)

Corrupt, so they want me to break down (Boom)

If the mafia house a stakeout

Why don't you take out his family and head count

Why would I fuck with these niggas who don't keep it G?

Why I need friends? All my partners deceased

Been a hot boy, this the demon in me

Back to the block, I got used to the streets

Pull up, pull out, cut loose, run through

One clip, unclip, new clip, action, part two

Fuck you, who you? You new, you too new to me

I don't do you, do you, D-E-U-C-E

Doom, doom, do shrooms, smoke ooh-la-la, oui, oui, oui

High AF, got a PHD in THC

Don't stunt, don't stunt 'less you got one, not one

I pop one, not one

Look up and thank God 'cause I'm one

Amen, and I've been a man since I can pray, man

And say amen, okay, can I get an amen?

I shake land, never shake hands

No fingerprints, that's stinky stench

Got me thinkin', bitch

What it mean when my trigger finger itch?

Put a ring on it (Whoa)

Chopper ring, like freedom, yeah

Put you in the sky, you will never land

Like Peter Pan, you gon' see the man

You gon' need 'em, yeah, huh

I got demons, yeah, blonde, blonde dreads

Black thoughts under this beanie, man

No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man

And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?

I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by)

Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah)

I'm thinkin' big racks (Big racks)

Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max

I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Whoa)

Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Whoa)

In the trap, I should've never left (Whoa)

Watch yourself before we make you next

I'm thinkin' drive by

I'm thinkin' drive by, yeah

I'm thinkin' fireflies, yeah

I'm thinkin' dragons, young nigga head on fire

Hot head, yeah, gassin', matches, ashes

I'm thinkin' out of the box

Passenger side, I'm hangin' out with a chop

I'ma pull up, like what up?

Baow, baow, baow, what up now, nigga? Baow, baow, huh

I wish a pussy motherfucker would

I let this cookie cutter cut 'em good

I make his cookie crumble 'till I'm full

I chop a nigga family tree to wood, ow

I'm thinkin' Sammy the Bull now

I'm thinkin' family reunions, I'm thinkin' picnics, I'm thinkin' cookouts

Thinkin' full clips for a full house

Piped up on a full tank

Air the whole neighborhood out

My dawgs turn into a wolf gang

Better take off or get took out

AR with a clip on

Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm

Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (Yeah, yeah), yeah

Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay down, yeah

Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah

AK's, MK's, SK's, okay

Pin drop, locate your place, drive by

I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by)

Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah, yeah)

I'm thinkin' big racks (Yeah, yeah)

Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max (Yeah, yeah)

I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Yeah, yeah)

Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Yeah, yeah)

In the trap, I should've never left (Yeah, yeah)

Watch yourself before we make you next (Yeah)

I'm thinkin' drive by

Walk down, curb side, head shot

Pull ups, pull up, pull out

Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max

I'm thinkin' drive by

Walk down, curb side, head shot

Pull ups, pull up, pull out

Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max

I'm thinkin' drive by

Ayy yo', this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son

The future, young king

Bless up, let's get it

Young Money