Rockie Fresh - Driving 88 lyrics
rate meft. Casey Veggies
Yeah, ok, I heard these hoes looking, Rockie who they looking for
What that nigga doing, out here trying to get his dough
What I say they see us so they call this here my picture flow
Never been abusive but they call me mister hit that ho
Im smashing when she twerking, got llil mama working
And she say she not a hoe, she just felt I was deserving
She saw me up on Twitter, couldn't wait to meet in person
Now she tell me I'm the bomb, I need ammo and a turban
I'm about to blow up
I tell me haters peace, my shoe collection gotta be a hundred racks at least
It's big bizness on my table tell my lawyers feast
If you ain't talking big bizness then don't even speak
At high key I give a fuck about a hater
They be laughing at me now, I'm out here getting paper,
And I'm stunting
Feeling good, feeling great
Lot of twists and turns but I got my paper straight
On the road to the riches, driving 88
With a couple of bad bitches, driving 88, stunting
Me and my niggas can't wait
We trying to get a mill for every digit on our plate
On the road to the riches, driving 88
With a couple of bad bitches, driving 88
Ok, I'm highed up, baked out, more swagged than the little wayne
Even got no stripes on, but damn I'm so official,
If I ever got some drama, I send dough to come and get you
He a chi town nigga, all the way down to the gristle
When shout out my homey Casey, got these bitches on the D-lo
I'm balling I feel like Jordan when he hit that shot on E-lo
Like Robin I'm on my hustle, you shook up like brown rustle
The kush is jazz purple, I'm taking out from the free throw
I'm just trying to get my cut
Chop it, chop it down, watch me throw some money up
And these bitches hit the ground, while I'm stunting
Feeling good, feeling great
Lie the twists and turns but I got my paper straight
On the road to the riches, driving 88
With a couple of bad bitches, driving 88, stunting
Me and my niggas can't wait
We trying to get a mill for every digit on our plate
On the road to the riches, driving 88
With a couple of bad bitches, driving 88
Like ah, all man, straight body
My new flows remind me on 12 gauge shotties
I love when show promoters tell me I get paid shortly
It make my face light up
I feel like ... when he hit that shot that make the ... in the paper
Run the team for my city like Kobe do with the Lakers
I'm mobbing at my pace, driving 88
Surviving in my city like a raw battle with Jay
You got a couple thousands my nigga that's baby way
Peace and cares, we the bizness just like baby say
Hundred million dollars, bad hoes holler
Get my team straight and get rid of all the impostors
Feeling good, feeling great
Lie the twists and turns but I got my paper straight
On the road to the riches, driving 88
With a couple of bad bitches, driving 88, stunting
Me and my niggas can't wait
We trying to get a mill for every digit on our plate
On the road to the riches, driving 88
With a couple of bad bitches, driving 88.
