Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3 Outta Drive , by - Skeng. Release date: 24.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3 Outta Drive |
| Loco Beats |
| Mirica |
| MZY mixed this |
| Sav got hit last, they ain’t riding |
| I think they’re calm with binings |
| They get shot, then go into hiding |
| Where’s he at? |
| All now I can’t find him |
| None of them boy there sliding |
| They’re typing and dying, the yute there frightened |
| What happened when they dropped «It's Frying»? |
| Same with «Wicked And Bad», no lying |
| When they see me, they’re running, runners |
| Still get done up while cutting |
| 3 for 25, a bill for a dozen |
| Out on my block, still duck from coppers |
| And it’s peak, 'cah I got both colours on me |
| And I don’t stray far from the cutters |
| I won’t beat if she butters but keep her sweet 'cah she hold them onions |
| Truth be told, they can never be true |
| So I’m on them, splash them down or bun them |
| M-way trips, doing close to a hundred |
| New shotta in town, man, run them |
| In the C bare trappers and gunmen |
| Numerous glides, no cause when I’m hunting |
| He got done straight after tumbling, lunging |
| Numerous times tryna ram him |
| Sav got hit last, they ain’t riding |
| I think they’re calm with binings |
| They get shot, then go into hiding |
| Where’s he at? |
| All now I can’t find him |
| None of them boy there sliding |
| They’re typing and dying, the yute there frightened |
| What happened when they dropped «It's Frying»? |
| Same with «Wicked And Bad», no lying |
| Grrr, bow |
| Consistent gliding, shit’s been frying, they know about my ting |
| Get cheffed in your head like M |
| A&E bed where the docs revived him |
| Not any when I assist my riding |
| Ace, not a nitty, tryna catch those vibes in |
| Ten toes with smoke on violence |
| Lack, get whacked tryna do man writing |
| Ay, tryna send one of them to bed (Send them) |
| They ain’t got no bread (No bread) |
| No P’s to rise up no skengs |
| YK get chopped in Z’s (Chop that) |
| JSav gets smoked with friends (Smoke that) |
| 16 can’t fit in a benz (No) |
| Biscotti too loud, gotta take a sec' |
| And Gav take a bit when I burn his head |
| I flip that pack to get chead |
| Don’t glide to opp block and crash like them (Skrr) |
| Running man down on my very last breath |
| I’m swinging this sword, do it like Macbeth |
| Death, slapped on an A&E bed |
| Tap that gauge and they all just spread (Bap) |
| The verbs' on the net, that ting ain’t dead |
| T Trap got wet, gotta give that to Skeng |
| Sav got hit last, they ain’t riding |
| I think they’re calm with binings |
| They get shot, then go into hiding |
| Where’s he at? |
| All now I can’t find him |
| None of them boy there sliding |
| They’re typing and dying, the yute there frightened |
| What happened when they dropped «It's Frying»? |
| Same with «Wicked And Bad», no lying |
| Grrr, bow |
| Consistent gliding, shit’s been frying, they know about my ting |
| Get cheffed in your head like M |
| A&E bed where the docs revived him |
| Not any when I assist my riding |
| Ace, not a nitty, tryna catch those vibes in |
| Ten toes with smoke on violence |
| Lack, get whacked tryna do man writing |
| Think you all got a problem with Stef |
| We all running down 'fore you run into S (That way) |
| And I’on like talking 'bout West |
| I think I got scooter, Dewey the best |
| Chest shot gang, let it beat like producers F, you know the rest (You know) |
| Opps keep talking 'bout tally |
| We ain’t been equal since Sluttz got Mally (Not us) |
| Larry already got it times two, what a shame |
| Just imagine how they felt with Patty (Young G) |
| Then man got G and it felt like ammi |
| But 16 dropped, it was cali |
| One way drills, free dongoys |
| Crashy, they turned round and left their akhi |
| Loco Beats |
| Sav got hit last, they ain’t riding |
| I think they’re calm with binings |
| Mirica |
| They get shot, then go into hiding |
| Where’s he at? |
| All now I can’t find him |
| None of them boy there sliding |
| They’re typing and dying, the yute there frightened |
| What happened when they dropped «It's Frying»? |
| Same with «Wicked And Bad», no lying |