Drive - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Dat Mate]

Driving through your city and you know ya boy be saucin

Driving through the lanes but you never catch me crossin

Rap game Ryan Gosling

Yo girlie want my offspring

Stomping on a homie head, don't stop til he dead

Did it all for some bread, now they sayin I’m next

Leather gloves on, only give em five minutes

One minute too long, I’ll swerve off and ditch em

Hiding from the cops, got my turbo drops

Revving up like vroom, taking off like zoom

You can't fit in the whip, bitch there ain't enough room

Scorpio jacket on, fuckboys gonna see their doom

I'm just driving on, and I’m stuntin on these fools

Yeah I’m flossing like Gosling

Flossing like Gosling

Driving to your place because I fuck your bitch often

Driving like a maniac, taking no precaution

If there ain’t no mayhem then you know that I’m gon cause some

Everyone be lookin cause my car is fuckin awesome

Breaking bad with my old boss man Bryan

Cooking like Cranston, driving like Ryan

I pick up the ingredients and he can do the frying

Leather gloves on, cruising speeds like I’m flying

Whippin it up in the wing, pullin up stealing some bling

From Mexico to Belize, Los Angeles straight to Beijing

If you try to fuck with my squad you’ll wish you were never alive

Robbing a store, in a two door, pedal to the floor, drive

Flossing like Gosling

Swerve off in a ditch, I just snatched yo bitch

I just secured the money, but i ain't spend shit

I got people comin for me, but you know they always miss

Ryan Gosling with the whip game, swervin on em leavin shit stains

FDO its Nic Britt got ya chick driving stick shift

Hit a foolie with a hammer, don’t get me mad like Banner

Flossing like Gosling