Gutta100 - Drivin in It lyrics

[Intro] (Fye, you goin' crazy on this b*tch) (It's Raw when you need cash only) Gutta100 [Verse 1] I don't want a skinny ho, I want a fat b*tch I can shoot the Glock with either arm, I can hand switch I just caught a play, but I don't have a scale so I eye the sh*t b*tch, I'm not romantic so don't look me in my eyes and sh*t When I hug her, hell yeah, I'm steady grippin' on her thighs and sh*t I will tell her a hundred lies to get inside the clit I'ma tell her "I don't got a car" so I can drive her sh*t Now her baby daddy lookin' at her like, "b*tch, where your whip?" [Chorus] Uh, ayy, b*tch, I'm drivin' in it When you leave the house, your lil' b*tch pussy, I'm divin' in it Let her ridе the dick with no hands, autopilot with it Gettin' too much money, can't gеt in the car if it ain't tinted [Verse 2] I thought he bought a brand new car, but I found out it's rented I don't think he's gettin' money like that, I think he's pretendin' Are you tryna fu*k a b*tch or somethin'? Please tell me why you're flexin' I need that lil' boy to take his shoes off, he ain't really steppin' Hit the club, leave the Glock off in the car, don't need my weapon If we beef inside, when we come out I got a thirty like Stephen I'm a trapper, I don't got a 401k or a pension Flash your titties drivin' by if you want my attention [Chorus] Uh, ayy, b*tch, I'm drivin' in it When you leave the house, your lil' b*tch pussy, I'm divin' in it Let her ride the dick with no hands, autopilot with it Gettin' too much money, can't get in the car if it ain't tinted Uh, ayy, b*tch, I'm drivin' in it When you leave the house, your lil' b*tch pussy, I'm divin' in it Let her ride the dick with no hands, autopilot with it Gettin' too much money, can't get in the car if it ain't tinted [Verse 3] If there ain't no tint, I shouldn't get in, that sh*t ain't smart I lied, I keep a gun, I'll hop in if it's push-to-start I like your b*tch, she always gives me head before we start Do you like breathing? If you run down, that'll stop your heart Just like a toaster, you can get popped like a Pop-Tart Fall off in your city, posted up with the Wockhardt Brand new FN, it got aim, it shoot lethal darts Her man askin' where her car at, I thought it didn't start? [Chorus] Uh, ayy, b*tch, I'm drivin' in it When you leave the house, your lil' b*tch pussy, I'm divin' in it Let her ride the dick with no hands, autopilot with it Gettin' too much money, can't get in the car if it ain't tinted Uh, ayy, b*tch, I'm drivin' in it When you leave the house, your lil' b*tch pussy, I'm divin' in it Let her ride the dick with no hands, autopilot with it Gettin' too much money, can't get in the car if it ain't tinted