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drive by - nantes lyrics

[intro: kezi coo]
drive by!
drive by!
drive!

[verse 1: nantes]
2 in the front, 2 in the backseat
creepin’ down the street, late night as we ride
pride in his stride kuz he don’t wanna die
black taliban in my momma green van
ridin’ down on marks just because we can
pullin’ wit aks and chromes rotatin’, it’s just pure hatred
kuz his shoes blues or his hat adjacent
now a n*gga pacin’ and then he started sprintin’
i put my clip in it, we pulled up next to him
cruisin’ real slow, our windows real low
he reached out then i let go (bap bap baow)
now, all the mothers cry while i create another motherf*ckin’ victim of homicide drive by
a motherf*ckin’ drive by, young n*gga

[hook: kezi coo]
ay, this is a drive by, straight west coastin
pull them burners out and then get the toastin’
tires skirtin’, streets talkin’
war is declared and we still out purgin’
drive by (boom boom baow!)
drive by
[verse 2: nantes]
back to the action, seatbelt fastened
my mind still tryin to grasp what happened
bodies in the street, nothin but a bloodbath
i felt remorse but when he k!lled him, blood laughed
this n*gga’s crazy, now i’m makin up excuses to get home to my baby
lord forgive me
lord please forgive me (yea)
for what i’ve done, i see the devil’s eyes but i can’t run
this is true evil and i’m tellin’ you i need you
this is evil, i’m k!llin’ my brothers and still tryin to please you
i’m so feeble, we’re never equal and i will never amount to the maggots that eat you after death
i’m sorry
miss williams, i’m really sorry

[hook: kezi coo]
ay, this is a drive by, straight west coastin’
pull them burners out and then get the toastin’
tires skirtin’, streets talkin’
war is declared and we still out purgin’
drive by (boom boom baow!)
drive by

(verse 3)
unh, so roll a blunt and drop another
this the type sh*t i explain to moms
she readin’ pslams or 1 corinthians 13
she said “watch out” kuz this sh*t might hurt me
she irk me but she spittin’ the truth
i’m too stupid to stoop down and listen
i see it as b*tchin, cry in the kitchen
but then i look at the tv kcal9
now ain’t the time but i’m prolly a suspect
probably the prime
you can’t con a conviction so next time just sit down and listen
kuz in the penn, you just wishin’ that you could be free
and it’s only your mental
they found the blood, they match the dental
now, look what you into: 3 hot and a cot, young n*gga
just too hot to trot, young n*gga

- nantes lyrics

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