[Intro]
(ATL Jacob)
Okay
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[Chorus]
Uh, I got drive like four wheels
In my mind, off four pills (Ah)
Uh, no, I can't feel (I got—)
Uh, blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah)
But I'ma steer it still (Yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, I got drive like four wheels
In my mind, off four pills (Ah)
Uh, no, I can't feel (I got—)
Uh, blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah)
But I'ma steer it still (Yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
[Verse 1]
Taking risk after fucking risk after fucking risk, oh
I remember I had to water whip, almost fucked my wrist up
Now it's houses in the fucking Hills, rich as fuck for real
'Member she ain't let me fuck her then, now she gon' let me get some
Droppin' the Wock' in the fruit punch
'Member rockin' the Robins and totin' guns
I got ice like Toboggan and drip like a faucet
It's Gucci my, ooh, Gucci my closet
You better not try to rob us, my niggas ridin'
Double-R truck, I pull up, they inside it
Bought my bitch a new watch, I knew she was excited
To shine on these bitches that hate that she got it
Haters gon' hate everyday, I don't doubt it
Success make a hater go straight suicidal
I'm smoking exotic, my car is exotic
My girl is exotic, she solving my problems
I was hanging with killers and drillers and dealers, and thieves, and juggers, finessers and robbers
I got rich, I'm still hangin' with killers and drillers, and thieves, finessers, them juggers and robbers (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus]
Uh, I got drive like four wheels
In my mind, off four pills
Uh, no, I can't feel (I got—)
Uh, blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah)
But I'ma steer it still (Yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, I got drive like four wheels
In my mind, off four pills
Uh, no, I can't feel (I got—)
Uh, blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah)
But I'ma steer it still (Yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
[Verse 2]
Uh, I touch the ceiling off the Perc'
Remember when I was stealin' all the Percs?
Remember when I was movin' all the work?
Remember when I was covered in sin? I ain't know what to do, I was making shit work
Funeral service, my niggas leavin' Earth
No one was there when my dick was in the dirt
No one was there when my bro was in a hearse
But I made it far, yeah, yeah, yeah
Had to give it my all, yeah, yeah, yeah
From the way that I ball, shots that I call, all of 'em fall, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go in the mall, why?
'Cause I think I done bought it all, right?
But the money don't catch my fall
No one's there when I call, right?
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[Chorus]
Uh, I got drive like four wheels
In my mind, off four pills (Ah)
Uh, no, I can't feel (I got—)
Uh, blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah)
But I'ma steer it still (Yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, I got drive like four wheels
In my mind, off four pills (Ah)
Uh, no, I can't feel (I got—)
Uh, blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah)
But I'ma steer it still (Yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
