Kelly Drive ft. King

Look, look, ABK shit you already know how we bummin

You already know how we bummin

My block's on the red, shoot niggas in the head

I've been to your block a few times, and you was never there

Look, look, look, look, look, look

I'm tired of losing my niggas, I'm missing the days we would roll up in smoke

The opps, they say they gon' kill me, pull up on they block and I'm letting it blow

Them hollas gon' fly off that Glock and we doubling back to make sure he was dropped

And the shootie keep calling my line, I'm pressing decline and no time for the thots

Pull up on the block and I sit on the hood, I do what the stunt on the opps