Drive slow homie.
Drive slow, homie.
You never know, homie.
Let me some hoes, homie.
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie.
My homie, molly, you stay.
79th and may one of my best friends from back in the day down the street from calumet
A school full of stones he nicknamed me k-rock so there, leave me alone bull's jacket with his hat broke way off and walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had to spend it from his datins in his hand keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked the leases, he had dreams of caprices.
Drove by the teachers, even more about polices.
Hey, get the cash today, it's free.
Father passed away, left him with a little something.
I'll be sure, nigga, with the hair all wavy.
Hit lake shore, girls go all crazy.
Hit the freeway, go at least about
Boned so much that summer even had him a baby.
See, back, back then, then, if you had a car, you was the chi-town version of baby.
And I was just a virgin, a baby.
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy.
I used to love to play my demo tape when his system yanked.
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked we'd take a saturday and just circle the mall they had their lincolns and auroras, we was hurting them all with the girls, a lot of flirting involved
Dog fuck all that flirting I'm trying to get in some draws so put me on with these hoes homie he told me don't rush to get grown drive slow homie
Try slow, homie.
You never know, homie, about these hoes, homie you need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie what it do?
I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk waving.
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing.
The mailbox poking wide on the candy-lagged trunk.
Open screens on, neons lit with fifth relax.
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies allow me to introduce you to my cl mercedes it's a star-studded event when I valet park open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
You see them foes crowlin', you see them screams foulin' the disco bowel in my mouth insinuates I'm bowlin'
I'm leaning on the switch, sitting crooked in my slab.
But I can still catch boppers if I drove a cab.
A young houston hard hitter, all about the scrilla.
Riding some candy-coated crawler like a caterpillar.
I'm tipping on them foes.
I'm jamming on this group.
I'm looking for them hoes, baby.
What it do?
Drive slow, homie.
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes drive slow, homie
If you're riding around the city with nowhere to go, drive slow, homie.
Live today cause tomorrow, man, you never know.
You never know, homie.
Might need some hoes, homie.
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie.
Ties like the movie, my ties like the crib.
I got more tvs in here than where I live.
And I don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit.
And everything I flick.
You know what some says.
I got the custom grill.
I got the bravis rims.
I got the ball of genetics.
Baby, this evidence.
You see a player flicking and how you ain't convinced that you should go on kissing.
Just a little bit.
I'm wearing my custom kings.
I got my jesus chain.
My canaries is gleaming through my angel wings.
They see me hoes acting like they seen a king with that main lean smoking on that finest tally green.
My wood grain oak, I'm riding on vogue's my cylinder cry, like tiptoes
I so o's, and this I know, when you see them hoes.
Look, homie, drive slow, drive slow, drive slow.
Hmm.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Drive slow homie.
Drive slow, homie.
You never know, homie, buy me some hoes, homie you need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie.
