ali trop – drive her crazy lyrics
(jec, turn me on)
ali trop, aye
(nahh, ahh)
(whoa)
ayo jec, turn it up
level up, ain’t no bluff
if it’s up, then it’s stuck
gettin’ checks, gettin’ bucks
got no license, i’m driving her crazy (crazy)
now she talm bout she want my baby
tryna link wit the kid on the daily
know the rules to the game, she can’t play me
since a youngin’ i moved wit my head hot
i been down in the trench, yeah that bedrock
gotta make sure i ain’t where the feds watch
but i’m still trappin’ hard and i can’t stop
focused up gotta get all the guala
make sure i turn my noodles to pasta
n+ggas copy the wave, they imposters
feel like hugo, i done went and bossed up
they can’t do like me i be saucin’
everywhere i go, i move wit caution
i been putting in work, i’m exhausted
midas touch, you know i never lost it (na uh)
do my own jugs because juggin’ a habit
bro and i get to extortin’
not too long ago i was broke on the block, and my pockets was popped every morning
so i went and got in my birkin
cashing out only because i deserve it
i can’t do jail or the graveyard, family and my n+ggas gon be hurtin’
so i done came up wit a plan
execute it, tryna get to the bands
not too many gon’ understand
how it really feel to be stuck in a jam
but if you know me i’m a champ, just persevere through & do whatever i can
i made revisions to the plan
reset my vision, like it’s cartier glam
hada free ¥. mirr up out the can (can)
the judge tried to slave, he ain’t give a d+mn (no)
ali trop, yeah i’m the man (whoa)
i’m ya boo favorite, and shawty a fan
move my lips, now she love the kid
i get her wetter, she moaning my government
i get it then flip it and double it, chase a bag while these n+ggas on some other sh+t
n+ggas talk hot on the internet
all they gon do is just bluff and keep sending threats
play my cards cool, got a solid deck
n+ggas thinkin that they got me vexxed
this thotty keep playin’, i got her wet
can’t let her drag me down, she know i’m up next
she talkin’ freaky through phone and text
heart cold, i can’t get played like a clarinet
b+tches tryna finesse, i won’t let ‘em
been swindling since i started rocking denim (denim)
if he on the hit list, we gon get him
all black on me for the hit for like i’m venom (venom)
meet a b+tch then wonder why i met her for
i be rapping in similes and metaphors (metaphors)
step out in designer, christian dior
wings on me like i’m a robin
i’m takin’ off
got no license, i’m driving her crazy
now she talm bout she want my baby
tryna link wit the kid on the daily
know the rules to the game, she can’t play me
since a youngin’ i moved wit my head hot
i been down in the trench, yeah that bedrock
gotta make sure i ain’t where the feds watch
but i’m still trappin’ hard and i can’t stop
(but i’m still trappin’ hard and i can’t stop)
(but i’m still trappin’ hard and i can’t stop, ahh)
(ahhh)
(ali trop, aye)
(ahhh)
(got no license, i’m driving her crazy)
(still trappin’ hard and i can’t stop)
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