Driver’s Anthem Ghetts

[Intro]
Know, you know about cruising [?]
(The third gear, fourth, slip it in fifth)
Fam, let's stop right now (Yeah)
(Windows low)
Music up (It's road)
Blap, blap, blap, blap, blap, blap

[Chorus] x2
This be that driving music
Windows low, cruise with me
Music pumping, seat back
No seat belt but we strapped
And relaxed with females that feed cats
I don't need help but these girls just ain't the type to clean flats

[Verse 1]
I got my foot to the pedal
Pedal to the floor, I'm gone again
I'm on the E13
With a couple of shots to lick
See feds put the belt buckle across me, quick
Two man up but don't tense
I came out in 2-3, I've been in no show since
Now I got the pen that kinda don't stop
I'm off ends with .8s on the four door
Some man have got this money in more war
It's not logical
Me, I'm trying get as much paper as possible
But some think because I'm proper cool
I ain't got a tool
I'll stick something in your ear like cotton wool
I'm irresponsible, I'm in the hard times
Something like Halle in Monster's Ball
So if you're in the whip now, then honk your horn
I got drugs in my boxers
But I swear down, I ain't going back to the box at all
Every since Mike made Off The Wall
From then to now, I ain't never lost my balls
Police on the rear view, some would've lost their cool
Panics and probably stool
I stay calm and collected
Even though I'm on a car with the fresh beard