Post Drive-by lyrics

[Chorus]
b*tch, yeah I'm in that track doin' donuts
All these shots, they like f*ck is they shootin' so long for?
And the post drive-by like we blew that boy home up
Ayy, ayy, come here
Get to stuffin' dead bodies in the back of that KIA
I gotta switch up the whip so the police don't see it

[Verse 1]
I got a couple b*tches that I only see on the weekend
I never seen this lil' hoe on a weekday
b*tch want suck die all damn D-A
Swallow the kids up without no delay
Keep callin' I decline it ain't no freeplay
I just be reclined recording freestyles
Even my B-day I ain't got no time to go celebrate
n*ggas get rich every day, and that sh*t a fact just for havin' them racks
They know that typa sh*t get a rap n*gga wacked
Get his ass wiped off the map for a lil' bit of nun' we put sh*t in a pack
We gon' fill up them clips fill that b*tch to the max
We gon' slap in the magazine, empty it fast
And we hit a third opp every time
We come back triple double, every game like I padded my stats

[Bridge]
Ayy, ayy, come here
Get to stuffin' dead bodies in the back of that KIA
I gotta switch up the whip so the police don't see it
[Verse 2]
Hit me a victim up via the Vector
Feel like brotha lynch hung or I'm mannibalector
He keep talkin' that good, have yo' man on a stretcher, f*ck n*gga catch a bullet like Odell Beckham
f*ck n*gga catch a bullet like number 87, n*gga 186, this a 187
Workin' that b*tch you know that ain't no Uzi, this b*tch is a new Mac 11
These n*ggas be b*tches, these n*ggas be tellin' that boy need to do a guest appearance on Ellen
He play with his life, need a new cerebellum
If I pay the price they gon' do what I tell 'em

[Chorus]
b*tch, yeah I'm in that track doin' donuts
All these shots they like f*ck is they shootin' so long for?
And the post drive-by like we blew that boy home up
Ayy, ayy, come here
Get to stuffin' dead bodies in the back of that KIA
I gotta switch up the whip so the police don't see it