Blakeariah - drift (feat. Biz & The Gucc3) Lyrics

Drift off the spot now my car is a show
Baby pull out your phone, better show me my show
Okay, let's go
She spin my balls like a disco
Hits tho
Gotta make like Kris so I bit yo
Transition
I've got the intuition
To hit your bitch in like 50 positions
I ain't live streaming but I got her twitching
Yeah, I ain't crying or streaming but I got you fishing
For interactions on twitter.com
Oh bitch, did I do something wrong
I don't know
Pull up to your show
With the three other people that actually go
Got a picture with your mother
And your brother and your sister
Brought them to my house
And I made them play Twister
Lied to your mum and your sister
Now they both call me mister
So I took a picture
Of a picture's picture's picture's picture's picture
The picture would be different
If the picture was your sister
I took the picture's picture
So the picture could pitch her
She's catching my balls
Like she was a pitcher
She took picture, bitch your bitch is busy
They suck my glizzy
She make me dizzy
Everything I do I got my face going rizzy
They call you Big Smoke but she calls me Biggie
They call me too thick, too slick
The way she got me moving
You call her on her phone just to
See me in the group pic
Too quick the way I be smoothin
In and out long and loud
Drugged up on mule kick
All that means that I got a three on me
Didn't even try, calling that one a free on me
The way she wanna be on me, huh yeah she gonna bleed on me
Bitch wants a movie, bitch I wanna DVD
Hop on Counter-Strike with my friends
For a Friday night
Drift my car round the bends
For a Friday night
I cannot descend
Yeah, I'm a grower type
We can't make amends
Can you keep up
Keep up, keep up, gotta go fast, bitch
She left you for me, you never lasted
Now you look at me, you're caught lacking
When it's her and me, we caught cracking
Up up, your time is up
All out of luck, now your time is up
Down in the muck just to make a quick buck
Out in the storm, now been struck
By lightning, lightning
Shit exciting, exciting
It's inviting, inviting
Us to fighting, fight in
In the rain
Choose your main
I wanna see you break the chain
Feel the strain
Feel the pain
Feel it again and again and again
In the rain
Choose your main
I wanna see you break the chain
Feel the strain
Feel the pain
Feel it again and again and again
Slide in the coochie like an S15
Give me a big Booty bitch with some double D's
Actually, f*ck that, man, she better have G's
That's the only way she be befitting of me
Blake, gave me 30 seconds to get shit hype
How ironic, that's like my sex life
In the fast lane, though, I slam on the brakes
Her titties lookin' like the head of Andrew Tate
What colour's your Bugatti
How big are those titties and really, is your ass a fatty
If you watch anime and I'm here, I can watch you strip
(japanese shit), suck my dick
She wants to be so slick
Drift past first base, cause we both click
She says I'm not used to this kind of shit
That's not the handbrake, baby, that's my dick