Drunk Driving

[Intro] Yea boy, this that real life shit man like yo We all going through shit broski [Hook] I'm out here driving drunk, bitch! (x2) [Verse 1] I pop pills when I think about the bills This ain't trill shit This real as I maneuver through the field I feel the grass crumble underneath my stumble Cause my stomach holding Oxycontin instead of being fed a four course meal I got two legs for balance and a soul full of talent But what's talent when my balance is compromised by my angels Whats the point of love [?] you scared to fuck, walk the plank now [?] Lethal weapon it's just me and my black friend In the pearl white whip tryna find dem hoes I got three on my palm but these won't keep me calm Finna set shit off like security alarms She only love me cause she think she know who I am That's why I ended up having to block all of her calls So don't hit my phone hoe Unless you finna unveil slowly out that kimono Pull up in that oh no, looking too good for your photos Diving in that pussy while its cream or it's cocoa [Bridge] I be gone off these shits (x2) Boy I wish I ain't exist I feel like fuck the rest [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm out here bangin' corners steering too tight Her face look like a food fight Cruising pass these hoes selling pussy in the moonlight Back and forth no [?] slacking on stacking that dough Young Flash been playing Jacks with Jack She gon' jack me till I blow, woah Young [?] say she [?] [?] bitch standing tall [?] brought her down to her knees Why this lil ass boys throwing shade on me Palm trees couldn't block the shine and I see If you really wanna [?] me, we can race to the grave Tryna live my life you tryna limit my days [?] advice and [?] advice Hard to hide cause my bitch don't like that shit, fuck it though I got hoes on the low low waiting for a chance to kick it in my dojo Ridin' round solo, three mirror check for the po-po [Hook] I'm out here driving drunk, bitch! (x3)