DRI-FIT lyrics

[VERSE 1]

Gucci cut and I'm a bread and butter n*gga
Overseas I be blowin' dope
Glasgow to the London streets with my mans, two bands I be blowin' snow
She got booty acne but I'm hittin' doe
Activation of the beast mode
Kamikaze hittin' Nazi hoes
pus*y feelin' like Margiela
I'm in Sack Fifths blowin' off a flat
I done sold my soul so I got a rack
Top [?] packs of the Perrier
Used to smoke blunts where my momma' stay
South Bay with my rude ones, did time for my rude ones
Came home like a new bruv, but I'm still cool like I pulled up

[HOOK]

I touch the road, we beatin' hoes
Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul
I touch the road, we beatin' hoes
Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul
I touch the road, we beatin' hoes
Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul
I touch the road, we beatin' hoes
Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul

[VERSE 2]

Copenhagen with my mans' and them
Spent two days travelin'
Got big drugs in the minivan
pus*y tastin' like Pepper Ann
Amethyst on my grave plot
Farmer land, can't get shot
Smokin' hash in the restaurant
[ ? ]. mind rot
Bought two mans for the lip
Two bad b*tches kissin' when I p*ss
They be with the sh*t, on a one way trip
Two bars deep gettin' lit lit
At the Euro club, n*ggas can't miss
[ ? ], can't fix
[?] molly benz, walkin' through the Red Light District
[HOOK]

I touch the road, we beatin' hoes
Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul
I touch the road, we beatin' hoes
Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul
I touch the road, we beatin' hoes
Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul
I touch the road, we beatin' hoes
Dr-dr-dr-dri fit, keep it cold on my soul

[Outro]
You a lil' n*gga, I be big bruv'
At the Sydney opera house, wondering how a n*gga came up
In my own lane, glad that a n*gga change up
Call my momma phone just to know where I came from
Call my momma phone just to know where I came from
Call my momma phone just to know where I came from
Call my momma phone just to know where I came from