Drive By Potter Payper & Slim

[Intro]
(That's Chucks)
(Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ah, hold on, nah, Honeywoodsix)

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens
Where I decamped with it, where I lost machines
Give me two nines of dirty and a box of clean
Before the 48 Laws, I used to rob for green
I need a straight drop machine and more submachines
I need a hundred more mil' for me plus the G's
I need fifty more drivers, all these shots to beat
All this snow, you would've thought I was from Costa Rica
I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza
My white ting's nice, but my browning's nicеr
I told her drop two bricks off at the Nisa
That's thirty-six twice, thеse phones are on 36/5
All my soldiers know that early shift grind
I told her, "Put this in your pum"
She must've thought I got a dirty sick mind
'Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the thirty-sixth time

[Chorus: Slim & Potter Payper]
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens
I still drive past the yard where I lock machines
Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends
I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends
Where them pussio feds tried stop my dreams