Fekky - Drive Me lyrics

[Intro: J Hus] Hustler, baby JOAT [Hook: J Hus] And these n***as drive me up the wall And these n***as drive me up the wall And these n***as drive me up the wall Drive me, drive me up the wall [Verse 1: J Hus] Dem boy pretty, J Hus gruesome Dem boy bowcat, I could never two's them What's that smell? I think I smell bacon You weren't in them cabbies, you was banging on them pagans My don grips the strally, these Glock sticks I carry I couldn't give a damn about no Tom, Dick or Harry Ayesha with the batty, that's one chick I'd marry Hit it from the back and tell her "cum quick for daddy" You ain't been about if you ain't heard of my n***as I'll never spill beans, I'll ride a bird for my n***as And if that chick ugly, ugly like me I'll take one for the team and ride that bird for my n***as Looking for me? I ain't hard to find My n***as ride out just to pa** the time Now my new ting bugging me cause I forgot to call Babygirl, you know you drive me up the wall [Hook: J Hus X2] And these n***as drive me up the wall And these n***as drive me up the wall And these n***as drive me up the wall Drive me, drive me up the wall [Verse 2: Fekky] These n***as know my pattern f** a bandwagon, I'll just bang at 'em, damn cannon Fake friend and backstabber, dough-grabber I bogle with my strap like Shabba Capital F, I'm a capital G I dare a motherf**er try and slap it on me I'm a bad boy, I'll clap it in a batty boy's knee I walk in that dance with that ratchet on me n***as phone my phone, you don't get no answer You don't eat, no rice, no pasta Don't lie, no jokes, no banter Half my n***as in the can like Fanta Real n***a, yeah, I'm really certified Yeah, only rolling round with certain guys What's all the talk? You ain't about that life I've got that big MAC for these small fry [Hook: J Hus X2] And these n***as drive me up the wall And these n***as drive me up the wall And these n***as drive me up the wall Drive me, drive me up the wall