DRIVE-BY lyrics

After hours of thinking i realized that i dont give a f*ck
Go do us all a favor and f*cking end your life, good luck
Pathetic little cucks start running when im shooting ar rounds
So shut the f*ck up b*tch and dont talk with your f*cking basic sounds yuh
Yuh aye
So f*ck you and your weak ass bars
Drive-by mac-11 shootin bullets out of pimped out cars
You tightly grip your 100 dollar bike by the handlebars
Sorry b*tch but that sh*t won't work when we brrra pa pa pa

Yuh

Get buck motherf*cker get buck
Driving into crowds with a big ass truck
Grip your neck tight b*tch youre stuck
I learned to deal with my bad f*cking luck

Look her deep in the eyes she licks her lips yuh
Not much time left for the apocalypse
The prophets warned us with thе lunar eclipse
Getting rеady for war, hop in the (gun)ship