Drive Slow ft. Luko Lyrics

You got to be cool, sweetheart

Drive slow

Like it's nowhere to go

Seats back, windows cracked in my load, and it goes

Drive slow

Like my cruise is controlled, and I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes

Hold up

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Hold up

Drive slow like my cruise is controlled

And I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes

And I was riding round to the tunes of

Isley brothers screwed up

Rims poking, candy soaking, looking like a Kool-Cup

Gas light beeping, and it fxck my lil cruise up

Woke up in a Focus, needing fuel and a Tune-up

Wish I had a gray Seville, Jesus come and take the wheel

Send me to a place, with no hate, where it's safe to chill

Looking out my glass, at the world as it pass by

Just a lil breather, to relieve us of this fast life

Cause where we from is full of folks, without a hope, till they put it in a 'rillo and they blow it out in smoke

Swisher sweet or Optimo, or a cup that they can po', ion judge em, hell that's just the way it go

Just be sho, to drive

Slow

Like it's nowhere to go

Seats back, windows cracked in my load, and it goes

Drive slow

Like my cruise is controlled, and I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes

Hold up

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Hold up

Drive slow like my cruise is controlled

And I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes

Hold up, Hold up, Hold up

Woke up, Po'd up, roll up dodo

I'm in slo-mo, gotta drive slow, eyes low, I'm so-so (so-so)

Def, like my name is Jermaine, I'm insane, switching lanes, like them old folks the first of the month

No blunts, keep a J rolled, tighter than a fresh weave

Sour D from San Diego, we be on the best weed

Moving at a pace the total opposite of jet speed

Head in the clouds, the same place them jets be

Fxck the interstate, just back roads and side streets

Z-ro in the deck, my girl Nina right beside me

I know my shxt clean cause, 12 keep on following me

I ain't tripping though

Cause everywhere I go, I drive

Slow

Like it's nowhere to go

Seats back, windows cracked in my load, and it goes

Drive slow

Like my cruise is controlled, and I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes

Hold up

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Hold up

Drive slow like my cruise is controlled

And I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes

And I was thinking gleaming on the glass fo's

With them suicide do's

Peeping through them blindfolds

Creeping through them side roads

With my eyes closed, seeming like the time froze

Damn near hit the curb, swinging in my '9 4

Cavalier, sweating with the CD deck skipping

And even with a bad starter, we was still tipping, I'm like

Wish I had a green Caprice

Jesus come and bleed the streets

Put me in position where a nigga wouldn't need a lease

We use to rush everyone we had to take a trip

Gas, brake and dip

Still late as shxt

Now ion even trip

I enjoy the road

Shxt I'll make it when I make it nigga

I drive

Slow

Like it's nowhere to go

Seats back, windows cracked in my load, and it goes

Drive slow

Like my cruise is controlled, and I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes

Hold up

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Slow (Slow)

Drive (Drive)

Hold up

Drive slow like my cruise is controlled

And I'm just trying to hold this bxtch in the road, and it goes

Hold up