Drive Thru lyrics

[Intro]
Today, Junior

[Chorus]
The trap like a drive-thru
Up-sell, they don't know unless you tell 'em, man, I'm yellin', "f*ck 12"
They can't hold me in the county, n*gga, I'ma make bail
Everything must go, everything must sell
I don't trust sh*t but my gun and my scale
Snitch or go to jail, let me pick my cell
My team undefeated, I ain't switchin' personnel
If you really talkin' numbers I can ship it in the mail (In the mail)

[Post-Chorus]
Young n*gga got more money than your big homie
And my n*gga got a .40 with a di*k on it
I'm respected, I ain't gotta have a stick on me
But I still walk around with a brick on me
Young n*gga got more money than your big homie
And my n*gga got a .40 with a di*k on it
I'm respected, I ain't gotta have a stick on me
But I still walk around with a brick on me

[Verse]
Stayed down, know this sh*t take time
Catch a case if a n*gga ever try to take mine
All my n*ggas eatin' 'cause we got the same grind
Catchin' plays in the Rover while she give me FaceTime
I've been workin', I ain't worried 'bout no enemies
I'ma make a killin' when they drop it down to ten a ki'
I've been havin' sh*t, I know you n*ggas envy me
Bein' broke'll make you sick and b*tch I got the remedy
You goin' out sad 'bout a b*tch
And I been at my bag gettin' rich, I'm Money Making Mitch
I remember we was fastin' for this
So I'll give my last to the clique, we havin' this sh*t
And I prefer the ass over tits
Never lovin', I'm just smashin' the b*tch, but we gotta make it quick
I hate it when she naggin' and sh*t
But I love it when she gag on the di*k, she nasty as sh*t

[Chorus]
The trap like a drive-thru
Up-sell, they don't know unless you tell 'em, man, I'm yellin', "f*ck 12"
They can't hold me in the county, n*gga, I'ma make bail
Everything must go, everything must sell
I don't trust sh*t but my gun and my scale
Snitch or go to jail, let me pick my cell
My team undefeated, I ain't switchin' personnel
If you really talkin' numbers I can ship it in the mail (In the mail)

[Post-Chorus]
Young n*gga got more money than your big homie
And my n*gga got a .40 with a di*k on it
I'm respected, I ain't gotta have a stick on me
But I still walk around with a brick on me
Young n*gga got more money than your big homie
And my n*gga got a .40 with a di*k on it
I'm respected, I ain't gotta have a stick on me
But I still walk around with a brick on me