What U Drivin lyrics

[Intro: Tink]
Flexin' on these n*ggas, man I see you dawg
Flexin’ on these n*ggas, man I see you dawg
Had to lick him up and down
Just like a card off
Aah, Tink G
Let's go

[Chorus: Tink]
I like n*ggas in Tru
I like n*ggas in Timbs
He ain't getting no money
Then I ain't speaking to him
He got black in his heart
You can't do what he does
Let me see what u drivin'
Let me see what u drivin'
(repeat)

[Verse 1: Tink]
Yo flexin' on these n*ggas
Man I see you dawg
Had to lick him up and down
Just like a card off
No pelle, pelle
That n*gga rockin' Burberry
f*ck n*ggas ain't rockin' with em'
They whinin' like Mary Mary
Them b*tches since yesterday
You sweeter than Fanny May
I'm blowing, you n*ggas soft
They pussies, lets give em shame
I'm moving into a cave
I'm beastin' on every track
It ain't nothing
b*tch I'm pop
My pockets ain't ever flat (haah)
Speeding cause I can, I'm a rapper now
You hoes a mess
I'll rip you up just like a paper towel
Just like a problem child
All my b*tches bad tho
Probably why these n*ggas thirsty, ya'll been on that shower flow
Peeping on his money sh*t
Heard you had a foreign whip
All our paper go to waste
Getting’ thick up in the hips
Big deal, walk around like I own the place
Own place with his own car
Buy his own sh*t, it ain’t nothin’ fake
[Chorus: Tink]
I like n*ggas in Tru
I like n*ggas in Timbs
He ain't getting no money
Then I ain't speaking to him
He got black in his heart
You can't do what he does
Let me see what u drivin'
Let me see what u drivin'
(repeat)

[Verse 2: Edai]
I like to ride my b*tch
I tell her ride my di*k
She got the best head, hands down
506
I like to break down bricks
I tell her lay down stiff
Give her dough, she be traffickin’
She take round trips, yeah
She a stomp a ho, that A- town sh*t
She swagged, and them other hoes they ain’t no sh*t
But if she act up, I’ma have to switch like chef
Or she could blow my brains
Do you get my drift? Yet
I think she like cause the rims on my car
I say I’m feelin’ you ma, but we ain’t gettin’ that far
It’s like I’m workin’ fast, exercise and getting’ that body
And I’m a young dread head, hair lookin’ like Marley
Yeah, she say she like a n*gga
In that Tru Religion
And believe a n*gga, like a superstition
She cook, clean, f*ck, and she do the dishes
She’ll play that role, like some movie b*tches
[Chorus: Tink]
I like n*ggas in Tru
I like n*ggas in Timbs
He ain't getting no money
Then I ain't speaking to him
He got black in his heart
You can't do what he does
Let me see what u drivin'
Let me see what u drivin'
(repeat)