Drive-Thru ft. Zachy D. & Barry G. Lyrics

Driving through

With the crew

Feeling really rude

Change the mood

With some food

We don't move

To the tombs

We just groove

To the tunes

Zooming past the moon

Tripping off some shrooms

Sipping on some brews

Gripping on some boob

Flyest in the crew

Highest in the group

Styling in the coup

Wilding through the zoo

Zachy on the loose

Quacking with some goose

Rapping like I'm Snoop

Laughing in the booth

Trapping out the stu

Smashing on my boo

Gassing up a blue

Flashing in a suit

Snatching up the loot

Pass it out the room

Ratchet down to shoot

Casket filled with you

Traffic bound to cruise

Tragic on the news

Magic doesn't lose

Havoc mood to snooze

Lavish whos and booze

Savage with the moves

Classic

OMG

Zachy D

Killed another trappy beat

Now it's time for Barry G

To remind you about this heat

That I keep right up my sleeve

Elbows 600 degrees

Set a fire if I sneeze

Please don't try and copy me

Cause if you do

Then you will end up like my cheese

Six feet

I can show you where I bury g's

Shit's sweet

Stupid thoughts for my enemies

Tuck my heat

Pen on sheet

Where my venom be

Your girl shy

My girl sly

And she's into v

Any night

She just might

Bring her home to me

Grab KY

Put it on top

Like she Tennessee

Sprout like a tree

When it Fall

Then I leave

Now I'ma end it like this

Cause I'm winning like this

When you feeling like this

Head to the ceiling this

Money peeling like this

Diamonds chilling my wrist

Life a movie like this

Cause I be reeling no fish

Cause I be plotting no twist

Have you forgotten I'm this

Gimme the toppins: no kiss

This shit be slapping: no fist

When I rap I don't miss

When I crap I don't piss

Go #1 just like this

I'll let B-RADY finish

Bitch

No I'm not from Finland

But I guess I've gotta Finnish

Flip the script

I'm the shit

But I'm never skittish

Too big for my britches

I'm like Popeye off his spinach

All I make is hits

That's why I don't want your missus

I ain't fibbing

Too legit is

What you hear on my shit

Rhymes full of de-tail

Like I eat shrimp

Catch me on the aux

They say I fight bulls

So much on my plate

But I'm feeling quite full

I'm a winner

With the dinner

You a chicken contender

A beginner

Who just entered

In my save slot

Never miss

Aim bot

Cleverness you ain't got

Sweating like a tank top

We just made a dang bop

Can't stop