Lyrics 3 Outta Drive - Skeng, Darko

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