Shawn Scrilla - Drive By Lyrics

I’m rich as fuck, I was just broke look how the time fly
Wise guy, she gone wanna fuck cause my neck wet up like a drive by
Different colors in the light my Cuban tie dye
My time supposed to be up, but I’m too quick my pack went bye bye
You ain’t my type I want 1 night, yea why lie
Drip from overseas you can’t acquire if you not a fly guy
Stuffed Backwood I’m sky high
Nigga want beef gotta put in the order bitch I’m with the Five Guys
Big glock go fye fye, better stay on that sideline
I talk like a ticket, like I’m serving chickens don’t work at the Popeyes
I’m still having mob ties, remember I used to rob guys for nothing
Now I’m gettin too many funds
Kick back, put a 3.5 in my lungs
I’m having shit and I drip, gotta plunge
You get time to get dick once a month
Rich nigga, steak or the parm for lunch
Cheese in my pocket, fetti weigh a ton
Facebook, look how them racks poke
I’m in the bricks, this a Moncler coat
I do this shit without lookin at notes
She gone get crushed I ain’t doin no post
Ya dig, fasho
I ain’t never going out sad bout a hoe
Fake love, niggas be mad on the low
Whole time they’ll be glad I don’t blow
No cap, this ain’t a prop
You a stuntman we having real Glocks
Cuban hitting, nah ain’t punching no clock
You in the trap sitting, you ain’t gettin guap
I’m rich as fuck, I was just broke look how the time fly
Wise guy, she gone wanna fuck cause my neck wet up like a drive by
Different colors in the light my Cuban tie dye
My time supposed to be up, but I’m too quick my pack went bye bye
You ain’t my type I want 1 night, yea why lie
Drip from overseas you can’t acquire if you not a fly guy
Stuffed Backwood I’m sky high
Nigga want beef gotta put in the order bitch I’m with the Five Guys

I’m rich as fuck, I was just broke look how the time fly
Wise guy, she gone wanna fuck cause my neck wet up like a drive by
Different colors in the light my Cuban tie dye
My time supposed to be up, but I’m too quick my pack went bye bye
You ain’t my type I want 1 night, yea why lie
Drip from overseas you can’t acquire if you not a fly guy
Stuffed Backwood I’m sky high
Nigga want beef gotta put in the order bitch I’m with the Five Guys
Big glock go fye fye, better stay on that sideline
I talk like a ticket, like I’m serving chickens don’t work at the Popeyes
I’m still having mob ties, remember I used to rob guys for nothing
Now I’m gettin too many funds
Kick back, put a 3.5 in my lungs
I’m having shit and I drip, gotta plunge
You get time to get dick once a month
Rich nigga, steak or the parm for lunch
Cheese in my pocket, fetti weigh a ton
Facebook, look how them racks poke
I’m in the bricks, this a Moncler coat
I do this shit without lookin at notes
She gone get crushed I ain’t doin no post
Ya dig, fasho
I ain’t never going out sad bout a hoe
Fake love, niggas be mad on the low
Whole time they’ll be glad I don’t blow
No cap, this ain’t a prop
You a stuntman we having real Glocks
Cuban hitting, nah ain’t punching no clock
You in the trap sitting, you ain’t gettin guap
I’m rich as fuck, I was just broke look how the time fly
Wise guy, she gone wanna fuck cause my neck wet up like a drive by
Different colors in the light my Cuban tie dye
My time supposed to be up, but I’m too quick my pack went bye bye
You ain’t my type I want 1 night, yea why lie
Drip from overseas you can’t acquire if you not a fly guy
Stuffed Backwood I’m sky high
Nigga want beef gotta put in the order bitch I’m with the Five Guys