Guap Sosa - Drive Slow Lyrics

Pass me the trip
Cause that's the only thing I know
And I could never ever ever
Trip about a hoe
This FN & exotic
That's the only thing I blow
My lil four he keep that shit
Right on his hip he quick to blow
I'm quick to flip some shit
Man I feel like I'm Pablo
How much am I
Gone make off this
Man only god know
I'm mixing the Guaplatti
With the Boobbaccio
Paid a thousand
For a four of Tris
Can't spill this drive slow
Think this the spot
Man drive slow
We can come up
If we do this right
I swear I need it four
I get hungry man
That money
It's what I be fending for
Tryna count up
A whole honey bun
In foreign vehicles
Just like bomb
I'm next to blow
It keep tick tick tick
Tick ticking
Ain't no tock up in this flow
Once you stay down
Then you gone go
Clear the rounds
Up in my pole
I don't do assist
I'm tryna take the shot
When it's a go
When I'm down
I won't come round
Know what it's like
So I don't talk down
All my friends ain't rich
But if you got broke habits
Don't come round
If you having and you up
You better stack it
Or you'll come down
Take that risk and prosper
You know that the trap
Came wit up and downs
Pass me the trip
Cause that's the only thing I know
And I could never ever ever
Trip about a hoe
This FN & exotic
That's the only thing I blow
My lil four he keep that shit
Right on his hip he quick to blow
I'm quick to flip some shit
Man I feel like I'm Pablo
How much am I
Gone make off this
Man only god know
I'm mixing the Guaplatti
With the Boobbaccio
Paid a thousand
For a four of Tris
Can't spill this drive slow

Pass me the trip
Cause that's the only thing I know
And I could never ever ever
Trip about a hoe
This FN & exotic
That's the only thing I blow
My lil four he keep that shit
Right on his hip he quick to blow
I'm quick to flip some shit
Man I feel like I'm Pablo
How much am I
Gone make off this
Man only god know
I'm mixing the Guaplatti
With the Boobbaccio
Paid a thousand
For a four of Tris
Can't spill this drive slow
Think this the spot
Man drive slow
We can come up
If we do this right
I swear I need it four
I get hungry man
That money
It's what I be fending for
Tryna count up
A whole honey bun
In foreign vehicles
Just like bomb
I'm next to blow
It keep tick tick tick
Tick ticking
Ain't no tock up in this flow
Once you stay down
Then you gone go
Clear the rounds
Up in my pole
I don't do assist
I'm tryna take the shot
When it's a go
When I'm down
I won't come round
Know what it's like
So I don't talk down
All my friends ain't rich
But if you got broke habits
Don't come round
If you having and you up
You better stack it
Or you'll come down
Take that risk and prosper
You know that the trap
Came wit up and downs
Pass me the trip
Cause that's the only thing I know
And I could never ever ever
Trip about a hoe
This FN & exotic
That's the only thing I blow
My lil four he keep that shit
Right on his hip he quick to blow
I'm quick to flip some shit
Man I feel like I'm Pablo
How much am I
Gone make off this
Man only god know
I'm mixing the Guaplatti
With the Boobbaccio
Paid a thousand
For a four of Tris
Can't spill this drive slow