3 Outta Drive - Skeng, Darko

Loco Beats

Mirica

MZY mixed this

Sav got hit last, they ain’t riding

I think they’re calm with binings

They get shot, then go into hiding

Where’s he at?

All now I can’t find him

None of them boy there sliding

They’re typing and dying, the yute there frightened

What happened when they dropped «It's Frying»?

Same with «Wicked And Bad», no lying

When they see me, they’re running, runners

Still get done up while cutting

3 for 25, a bill for a dozen

Out on my block, still duck from coppers

And it’s peak, 'cah I got both colours on me

And I don’t stray far from the cutters

I won’t beat if she butters but keep her sweet 'cah she hold them onions

Truth be told, they can never be true

So I’m on them, splash them down or bun them

M-way trips, doing close to a hundred

New shotta in town, man, run them

In the C bare trappers and gunmen

Numerous glides, no cause when I’m hunting

He got done straight after tumbling, lunging

Numerous times tryna ram him

Sav got hit last, they ain’t riding

I think they’re calm with binings

They get shot, then go into hiding

Where’s he at?

All now I can’t find him

None of them boy there sliding

They’re typing and dying, the yute there frightened

What happened when they dropped «It's Frying»?

Same with «Wicked And Bad», no lying

Grrr, bow

Consistent gliding, shit’s been frying, they know about my ting

Get cheffed in your head like M

A&E bed where the docs revived him

Not any when I assist my riding

Ace, not a nitty, tryna catch those vibes in

Ten toes with smoke on violence

Lack, get whacked tryna do man writing

Ay, tryna send one of them to bed (Send them)

They ain’t got no bread (No bread)

No P’s to rise up no skengs

YK get chopped in Z’s (Chop that)

JSav gets smoked with friends (Smoke that)

16 can’t fit in a benz (No)

Biscotti too loud, gotta take a sec'

And Gav take a bit when I burn his head

I flip that pack to get chead

Don’t glide to opp block and crash like them (Skrr)

Running man down on my very last breath

I’m swinging this sword, do it like Macbeth

Death, slapped on an A&E bed

Tap that gauge and they all just spread (Bap)

The verbs' on the net, that ting ain’t dead

T Trap got wet, gotta give that to Skeng

Sav got hit last, they ain’t riding

I think they’re calm with binings

They get shot, then go into hiding

Where’s he at?

All now I can’t find him

None of them boy there sliding

They’re typing and dying, the yute there frightened

What happened when they dropped «It's Frying»?

Same with «Wicked And Bad», no lying

Grrr, bow

Consistent gliding, shit’s been frying, they know about my ting

Get cheffed in your head like M

A&E bed where the docs revived him

Not any when I assist my riding

Ace, not a nitty, tryna catch those vibes in

Ten toes with smoke on violence

Lack, get whacked tryna do man writing

Think you all got a problem with Stef

We all running down 'fore you run into S (That way)

And I’on like talking 'bout West

I think I got scooter, Dewey the best

Chest shot gang, let it beat like producers F, you know the rest (You know)

Opps keep talking 'bout tally

We ain’t been equal since Sluttz got Mally (Not us)

Larry already got it times two, what a shame

Just imagine how they felt with Patty (Young G)

Then man got G and it felt like ammi

But 16 dropped, it was cali

One way drills, free dongoys

Crashy, they turned round and left their akhi

Loco Beats

Sav got hit last, they ain’t riding

I think they’re calm with binings

Mirica

They get shot, then go into hiding

Where’s he at?

All now I can’t find him

None of them boy there sliding

They’re typing and dying, the yute there frightened

What happened when they dropped «It's Frying»?

Same with «Wicked And Bad», no lying