Drive the Boat lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(It's a Wayne beat)
b*tch
Come here, lil' b*tch, let me drive— alright
I ain't gon', yeah
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Come here, lil' b*tch, let me drive the boat
Two hundred on the dash, but I'ma drive it slow
Plugged in at Wendy's, bought my lil' b*tch a five-for-four
Bustin' at the dip, I'm just waitin' on her eyes to close
Like, b*tch, adios
Popped a Perc', drunk a six of Wock', now I'm comatose
Auntie owe me a thousand dollars, where your mama go?
I been goin' too hard, pull my di*k out like, "Where the condom go?"

[Verse 2: Manny Mula]
b*tch got to trippin', I done playеd her like a xylophone
Shoеs six-fifty, might just wear 'em just to write a song
Got some good plays on footballs, I told 'em ride along
Fiend noddin' off of fentanyl, he couldn't fight the dog
I'm an old dirty bast*rd, lil' b*tch, 'cause I like it raw
Hotheaded n*gga, I'll blow you 'fore I type it all
Thirsty for a sack around this b*tch like they hiked the ball
Pull up with the quickness for the bag, I don't like to call
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I couldn't get the lid off the pint quick, had to bite it off
Spent thirty racks up in Saks, I'ma write it off
Ironic everybody I was beefin' with dyin' off
Drop a hundred out the Trackhawk, now we slidin' off
You be buyin' dope with baking soda in it, I only buy soft
Manny Mula pulled out a thousand Percs, tried to buy 'em all
b*tch, I'ma keep it real with you, I don't lie at all
Quarter million on me, pulled up on my fiend, he wanna buy a ball

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Told her kiss the tip of my di*k, she tried to bite it off
On Mackin Road tryna sell unc' a hundred Tylenols
b*tch got a lot of ass on her, she couldn't hide it all
She really gave the pus*y up for free, I didn't try at all
Unc' got caught in the backyard tryna fight the dog
I am not comin' out the crib unless a price involved
Gettin' head in traffic while I'm waitin' on the pint to call
Kicked the b*tch out, she said some sh*t I didn't like at all

[Verse 5: Manny Mula]
I done gave a b*tch a forty-ball, made her take the bite
Mike could spit some Tris in your face 'cause he hate the taste
Eatin' good, you know I need them extras, gotta scrape the plate
Good dog bitin' off the leash, tryna break the chain
n*gga spilled my cup in the section, he gon' take the fade
Hit her off a bean, got her singin' like Amazing Grace
When we hit the scene, we be smellin' like the House of Dank
n*gga want a P, I'ma pull up with a pound of shake
Unky hit a line of snow white and did the Harlem Shake
b*tch, get on the road, stuff these Percs, do what father say
[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
n*gga, you is not Superman, how you gon' dodge a K?
They barely see me in the hood, I be out the way
S550 with the cherry wrap
I make my money out a dope house, bro, I barely rap
Ever since me and Mike started, n*ggas scared to rap
You can't put no fear inside my heart, but I'm scared of rats
Buy some hit lean from a n*gga, cut it, then sell it back
Widebody 2021, this a devil 'Cat
I'm finna bury me a n*gga, where a shovel at?
Fifty-three thousand dollars on me now, where a presi' at?
I just got some head from the b*tch, now I'm headin' back
Mike was gettin' off too, he got head in the back
n*gga took off runnin' from the K and got hit in the back
Ten thousand for a f*ckin' show, n*gga, schedule that