DRIVE BY INA MINIVAN lyrics

(Is that jermiahh type sh*t you know what I'm sayin with my n*gga bambi, uno come up in this b*tch)

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
Run up on a n*gga with some cleats
All of my diamonds go bling
Put me in the picture I say cheese
Lizards be flashin they green
b*tch I be clear with no bleach
I f*cked that b*tch twice last week
[?] I be geeked
See me in person I be fleeked
Fill up my cup and it's all with that juice
f*ck that n*ggas hoe and he still called truce
Crackin the [?] for my dudes
All of my blunts rollin and you know they taste like fruit
[?]
Pistol be drummin like la-doo doo doo
[?] and it come with my troop and you know you just know that I spray at yo crew like raaaa

(Yo b*tch ridin di*k)
(Uno)

[Verse 2: UNOFROMPLUTO]
She say she feelin myself
b*tch you get spanked with my bеlt
I just stay smokin top shelf
You n*ggas pus*y scream help
I finеsse you out yo wealth
My di*k is just what she held
Been at the top never fell
Smoke through these hoes [?]
Smokin top shelf I can't breathe
Everything blurry can't see
Like curry when I bust a three
Icy mcflurry on freeze
That sh*t you will not believe
Been through some things you haven't really seen in yo life
I just go pray jesus christ
Yo b*tch she get through one night
Shots flyin from the 50 yo whole f*ckin [?] she f*ck with the city
(Ay sh*t n*gga the f*ck yung bambi in this b*tch)
(Jermiahh in this b*tch what the f*ck n*gga)
(Man y'all n*ggas ain't ready what the f*ck)
(Ay ay ay)

[Verse 3: Yung Bambi]
Pull up with yo b*tch she gimme top in the drop top
These bad b*tches ain't f*ckin with the [?]
[?] stay away from these hoes
Pipin yo thot and she better swallow
Hit it from the back put my hand around her throat
[?] cause she love when I choke
Ridin my di*k and she rock like a boat
Hit it from the back smack it up through the [?]
Acid in my system cause you know how I [?]
Pop a couple molly's yeah you I [?] flip
I can see the frost got the hoes on my di*k
[?] can't even hit a lick
Don't try me b*tch
We unload the choppa on yo team
Don't try me b*tch
All yo n*ggas gone flee

(f*ck you n*gga we ganged up in this b*tch n*gga)
(The f*ck you talkin bout n*gga)
(You know what the f*ck this is n*gga)
(Ay my n*gga kova kill this sh*t here my n*gga)
[Verse 4: Kova]
When it come to flippin I get surgical
b*tch I never heard of you
Whippin out a [?]
Designer jacket but I still rock some dirty shoes
My savage got a 9 and a .32
[?] cause I know what I gotta do
If I'm bein really true
I ain't really feelin you
I'm gettin bad vibes from your crew
Chillin with my youngins in the studio
It's true
Go hard in the [?]
All my weed stank
Imma pull up to the scene imma make yo b*tch faint
[?] for dinner cause she wetter than a lake
Yo mane [?]
I tell them boys wait
There's life for my [?]
Chillin with yo auntie and the [?] just caked