Daboii – 10 Hour Drive Lyrics

[Intro]
This is a Foley production

[Verse]
Now everybody slime
And they’ll never steal the sauce, but everybody tryin’
Now everybody gangsta
EDD done hit the scene now everybody caked up
And I should really be a P ’cause what I say persuasive
Me and Slimmy on the e-way nigga racing spaceships
When I walk inside the mall I see anxious faces
Want DaBoii up on your track? Then make a reservation
And I’ll never leave my strap ’cause I’m protected by it
They like, “DaBoii brought out the buffs, that nigga exercising”
High as hell you tried to hit me with the breathalyzer
Laughed in his face and hit the ‘wood, I’m getting extra high
You don’t own that p*ssy, she a rental, nigga Enterprise
Show no emotion but it’s shit I really feel inside
I hop outside and get on feet, naw I don’t sit in rides
Them boys come up over here they gon’ get penalized
Matter fact, them niggas slide, them boys ain’t leaving here
Like, why the strippers on one side? ‘Cause nigga we in here
Throw that blunt up out the whip, boy it’s a seed in there
10 hour drive, still rolling up, I use my knee to steer
I had it the Hardaway bitch I need every Penny
And all I did was run it up, naw I ain’t fair to many
I seen a whole gang lose they life, they ain’t cherish any
I put a hundred in that chop, this bitch a pair of titties
We make niggas make the news off some old beef
I overslept the other day, I’m catching old z’s
Still passing hoes around, nigga go deep
Boy you asking hella questions, you the police
Yeah I’m riding to the neck but bitch I’m deep as hell

If my bro won’t smoke with you bitch include me as well
I ain’t gon’ lie bro, you a bitch and I think she can tell
Let my choppa off in April, dropping Easter shells
I give a f*ck who’s showing love ’cause I’m supporting, I
I’ll take a walk inside my closet, it’s a store inside
And I can’t even find my opps like I’m unorganized
You niggas wouldn’t bust a grape, nigga Jordan 5’s
Yeah I got shot up in my leg, I ain’t complain about it
And if it ain’t about no money you know I ain’t around it
I ain’t ‘gon never say I made it ’til I own 80 houses
Putting hickeys on my bitch neck and a chain around it
And I done been around the world, I still can’t leave the V
I’m fighting demons in my sleep, I need a Jesus piece
Them niggas thought that I was Dwayne, I couldn’t leave the heat
She like, “When you want me to stop?”, until your knees is weak
These niggas couldn’t keep up if I ain’t have a leg
Bitch what do you have to offer? I ain’t having sex
Bitch how you stay fresh out the shower? Take a bath instead
I stood my ground, they tried to push me to the jagged edge
They like, “DaBoii be cattin’ off, bet he be doggin’ bitches”
They like, “He anti”, I’m whatever you wanna call a nigga
Deep down nobody got my back so I be cautious with it
And Tu was ballin’ up in heaven, now Birdy balling wit’ ’em
I’m in the studio everyday I’m all in with this
Like, why these guilty bitches acting like they innocent?
Stay out the way and count my cheese, naw I ain’t in the mix
But let a nigga touch my chain, I’m missing Christmases
Bitch

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