I Drive By RiFF RAFF (Ft. Danny Brown & Gucci Mane)
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[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you niggas
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you niggas
[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Cutting thru the traffic, limousine inspector gadget
'Rari taller than Bin Laden, Harvard scale by Fitzpatrick
Have you seen his backyard, butterscotch beauty pageant
If you think I ain't too famous, watch me cut you off like traffic
Lifestyles of rich and lavish, lavender elevator
Inside the codeine castle, watch your mouth, watch what you say
I'm ridin' on gray, i'm sitting sideways, the Chinese buffet
I'm Emily Olson, my chain's a fortune, my wrist look tight
I just dipped my hand, my ice, my pocket
I'm davy crocket, my arm's a rocket, on candy mustard, I'm sittin' on butter
I might pull up in east Kentucky, where the fuck is Jody Husky
I'm davy crocket, my arm's a rocket, on candy mustard, I'm sittin' on butter
I might pull up in east Kentucky, where the fuck is Jody Husky
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you niggas
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you niggas
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you niggas
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you niggas
[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Cutting thru the traffic, limousine inspector gadget
'Rari taller than Bin Laden, Harvard scale by Fitzpatrick
Have you seen his backyard, butterscotch beauty pageant
If you think I ain't too famous, watch me cut you off like traffic
Lifestyles of rich and lavish, lavender elevator
Inside the codeine castle, watch your mouth, watch what you say
I'm ridin' on gray, i'm sitting sideways, the Chinese buffet
I'm Emily Olson, my chain's a fortune, my wrist look tight
I just dipped my hand, my ice, my pocket
I'm davy crocket, my arm's a rocket, on candy mustard, I'm sittin' on butter
I might pull up in east Kentucky, where the fuck is Jody Husky
I'm davy crocket, my arm's a rocket, on candy mustard, I'm sittin' on butter
I might pull up in east Kentucky, where the fuck is Jody Husky
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you niggas
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you niggas
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