Drive-by hangin' up out the window smokin' on that indo
Gotta get them fools cuz they gave the cops a little info
Nine on my waistline
I get high, gun on my thigh
Riding low scoopin' up n***as in the hood that say they wanna go
Gotta roll back street
Smoking the junk with my n***a Mac-T
Out in the back seat looking for n***as we might wanna creep
Ridding blazed rolling through (?Fraser?)
Step to me and we gon squad
Nothing but some born gangstas
Hesitate can't wait to rob
N***a be wonderin' why Tommy be clicking but sometimes that's mane that's just the way that I am
If you duck you still messed up
That ain't go help protect yourself
Now it's just you against my gas power and my brake
And since you shoot the (?24?) this be the last breath you'll take
Now you running through cripple yard, scared you gon end up dead
Jumpin' gates, but you can't escape this laser inferred
Spray your ass just like they did Ricky on dat boys in the hood
Move cause I'm comin' out the sunroof with some fire
This a drive-by

Drive-by
Here's the Glock, watch I take ya head off