M.I.M.E, Drama B, Azide - LA Drift lyrics
[M.I.M.E, Drama B, Azide - LA Drift lyrics]
Azide on the beat
LA Drift, oh this the LA Drift
A'all know it from NY but got some LA shit
All y'all surprised 'cause I ain't
Got a LA chick
On my side the passenger the LA whip
It's all good, I got love for my LA chicks
But I'm down to NY with my New York chick
She let never pick sides between LA and NY
They both scratch records of mine
So nigga why try?
Debating on who's better or who's worse
Just know that both together
This equals a bigger verse
No shots in the air
This uzi ain't going vert
No shots in the air
This uzi ain't going vert
My verse size double XL ain't make the list
Though
It's all good fifty sticks in on my wrist
Though it's all good 'cause I ain't
Ever plannin' on stoppin'
Until my name is in lights while
I'm sittin' on a brick (Huh)
They tryna holler for dollars
They just some prostitutes
I got a baby on the way
See what this pops gon do
Having the music now with day
Sound trap to school
They singing Hip-Hop wanna brink and be a
Nah nah, 'cause if Drama is still hip
Trust me we gonna be good
'cause Drama ain't never fit
Anybody or anything, trust me I got it boy
NY to LA ya know that I'm making noise
(Yah, LA Drift)
100 miles an hour
Good luck seeing me motherfucker xelf, Azide
(it's the LA Drift) , MIME, Drama B (Okay)
She be all around it
Ridin' dirty ripped clean
Pedal press play hit the gas supreme (Scurr)
Watch, drive rippin' how I motherfucking do
It and face off ready, let's race
Hands up top down bass loud go
Speed it on my mind it's time let's roll
Feelin' the gas pedal, we off two one
Steady with the arms setting every alarm woah
A whole block lookin at my ho
(Haha) , kick rocks in the ass like ouh
Melee fist your belly crisps but now
They pissed we own points
I can't stand a miss
And as I twist and azide this
Drama B kill 'em all (pop) flat out miss
Fuckers never saw their gift
We on point whole squad on the LA Drift
Give me the keys keys turn it up go
Leather seats were grained
, all you seeing is that smoke cloud
Homie you're slow let 'em know right
I'm beatin' them all ready to
Brawl settin' to ball out
Homie too slow I'm a god let it all out
Say beatin' them all ready to
Brawl settin' to ball out
Homie too slow I'm a god let it all out
(LA Drift, It's the LA Drift)
LA Drift, oh this the LA Drift
A'all know it from NY but got some LA shit
All y'all surprised 'cause I ain't
Got a LA chick
On my side the passenger the LA whip
It's all good, I got love for my LA chicks
But I'm down to NY with my New York chick
She let never pick sides between LA and NY
They both scratch records of mine
So nigga why try?
Debating on who's better or who's worse
Just know that both together
This equals a bigger verse
No shots in the air
This uzi ain't going vert
No shots in the air
This uzi ain't going vert
My verse size double XL ain't make the list
Though
It's all good fifty sticks in on my wrist
Though it's all good 'cause I ain't
Ever plannin' on stoppin'
Until my name is in lights while
I'm sittin' on a brick (Huh)
They tryna holler for dollars
They just some prostitutes
I got a baby on the way
See what this pops gon do
Having the music now with day
Sound trap to school
They singing Hip-Hop wanna brink and be a
Nah nah, 'cause if Drama is still hip
Trust me we gonna be good
'cause Drama ain't never fit
Anybody or anything, trust me I got it boy
NY to LA ya know that I'm making noise
(Yah, LA Drift)
100 miles an hour
Good luck seeing me motherfucker xelf, Azide
(it's the LA Drift) , MIME, Drama B (Okay)
She be all around it
Ridin' dirty ripped clean
Pedal press play hit the gas supreme (Scurr)
Watch, drive rippin' how I motherfucking do
It and face off ready, let's race
Hands up top down bass loud go
Speed it on my mind it's time let's roll
Feelin' the gas pedal, we off two one
Steady with the arms setting every alarm woah
A whole block lookin at my ho
(Haha) , kick rocks in the ass like ouh
Melee fist your belly crisps but now
They pissed we own points
I can't stand a miss
And as I twist and azide this
Drama B kill 'em all (pop) flat out miss
Fuckers never saw their gift
We on point whole squad on the LA Drift
Give me the keys keys turn it up go
Leather seats were grained
, all you seeing is that smoke cloud
Homie you're slow let 'em know right
I'm beatin' them all ready to
Brawl settin' to ball out
Homie too slow I'm a god let it all out
Say beatin' them all ready to
Brawl settin' to ball out
Homie too slow I'm a god let it all out
(LA Drift, It's the LA Drift)