i don't wanna drive i'm tipsy
i don't wanna wife no jizzney
i don't wanna go ba- back to the trap in the flat with the rice and krispies
man just buss the pack and i jugg
man can never step in my buggs
dying chapter one in my book
your wifey's liking my recent
bring your gyal to the a for the threesome
you don't wanna die this evening
you don't wanna die from tweeting
i don't wanna drive i'm frassed
i don't wanna drive i'm yacked
i don't wanna drive i'm tapped
tell em' that i'm driving back
no license on a driving ban
bruddas give me all my dough
bruddas know i'm bout mine
you can catch me on the roads
'low the madness out my show
we can take it outside. i don't wanna drive i'm tipsy
i don't wanna wife no jizzney
i don't wanna go ba- back to the trap in the flat with the rice and krispies
it's just skut do do in my 'ood
she gon' bruk it down on me good
she gon' bruk it down like a boogz
i can never be like them man
i can never grind with 10 man
i was on the block with tempman
you don't wanna swim with big fish
i don't wanna be a statistic
so i sit down and i do the logistics
bout time bruddas give me all my dough
bruddas know i'm bout mine
you can catch me on the roads
'low the madness out my show
we can take it outside. i don't wanna drive i'm tipsy
i don't wanna wife no jizzney
i don't wanna go ba- back to the trap in the flat with the rice and krispies