Drift lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Kodz]
God needs love, driven loose from a hurt place
Slow recovery, but I still make it to first place
Can you skip the bullsh*t and get out of the way?
The sh*t you write since my sh*t back in the 3rd grade
Mind of a devil, heart of a priest
The rap game is heating up, but we're 'bout ready to feast
Y'all some chicks, but I'm about to bring a treat
So much confidence, you can't take it there, feet
Revision of a false hope that's become untrue
Coming on the scene like a fire, spitting like the flu
There is nothing else for these rappers to do
Lyrics, let's see, they take the game without a f*cking clue
Whatever I got on my mind will be on the scene
Hop and spit the aftermath, but you know we stay clean
In the booth, correcting this complicated dream
Hip-Hop is a f*cking party that I'll never ever leave

[Verse 2: PiMPYZ]
f*cking yo' b*tch, that's what I do
Talkin' that sh*t, n*gga the truth
Beam mothaf*ckin' buck, that's what I do
Come through with the mothaf*ckin' crew
Shoot up yo' home, spray for yo' dome
n*gga on the internet, call me Google Chrome
Oh sh*t, spittin' hot lyrics
Got yo' b*tch, sitting on my di*kins
n*gga you ain't sh*t, chop your head off like a chicken
Then a n*gga come through and I f*ckin' yo b*tchit
Pull out that TEC, shoot at your neck
Go meet yo' mama, gimme some sex
n*gga come through old times T-Rex
And I get yo b*tch and she call me the next
Greatest, f*ckin' rapper
n*gga I'ma trapper, n*gga I'ma rapper
n*ggas like some candy, then I gotta take off the f*ckin' wrapper
n*gga you suck, f*ck your b*tch in her mothaf*ckin' butt
n*gga come through and I'm in the f*ckin' cut
With the mothaf*ckin' nine, sitting at your neck
Talk all that sh*t, n*gga, you next
(What the f*ck!)
[Verse 3: El Gloom]
He really say, "Evil we crave"
Rolling down that lane
For the fog, that Range Rover
And these b*tches still wanna tango
Lay low, stay, hoe
But you b*tches don't wanna obey, though
.44 up to yo' head, slit your throat, and you dead
Justin reawaken, now my soul rely on Satan
Don't get me mis-mistaken, I'll never be forsaken
As long as I'm baking these rappers' careers
I don't give a f*ck if you ever tear
Your rap career is to a near

[Verse 4: Tay-K]
Tay-K out the cut, pretty eager for action
Wack you with the paden, now you look like a catfish
The rims on my NASCAR, sparking the classics
I need a new strap, let me hit my blacksmith
Coughin' on this Tropic, but she say it's attractive
Trap boy livin', man, this sh*t is fantastic
This sh*t is underground, but it's not red faction
I'm really not with the actin'

[Outro: PiMPYZ & Eazy]
Yeah, shout-out to them Daytona n*ggas
My n*gga Jose, my n*gga Yung Kody, my n*gga El Gloom
My n*gga Easy B Doe, Carlos, Caleb, Top Man
You know that young Mike Jones Junior
You already know PiMPYZ, n*gga
We coming up n*gga, yuh! (Applause!)
SKRT SKRT SKRT SKRT! (Hell nah)
Gang (Alright, we done with this, man?)