Lyrics Drive To L.A. - Trizzy

Damn

She got a whip, drive to L.A.
I got a crib, she know where I stay
I pop me a bottle I'm drifting away, a 100 more racks I take it to the face
Give me a cut, I'm on the way, I'm grinding for this shit ain't no other way
Pass them around give them something to say
Got no time for this I'm getting these K's

Lil shawty keep sipping and sipping she gone
She get a lil freaky she wanting the bone
I see in her eyes and I know that she blown
She moving around wanna give me some dome

She straight from the trap but she call this her home
(She don't wanna leave she don't wanna go)
And she get a lil crazy when she know I'm gone
I look to the side and she blew up my phone

I don't know how I'm a handle this shit
These bitches go crazy like championships
I get a lil faded I'm dodging this shit
These problems keep stacking they heavy n shit

I'm moving keep moving I'm stepping in it
She don't wanna argue we fixing this shit
I head to the crib and she nasty n shit
She want me up in it she loving this shit

I'm running for plays but not for the team, I'm only a teen but I'm in a dream
This money keep flying it's falling from trees
My diamonds too crazy they flooding the seas

I'm hitting this bitch in a missionary, she goin too crazy she fuckin with me
She love it she love it she falling for me
Like damn she a baddie she fuck up the sheets

She got a whip, drive to L.A.
I got a crib, she know where I stay
I pop me a bottle I'm drifting away, a 100 more racks I take it to the face
Give me a cut, I'm on the way, I'm grinding for this shit ain't no other way
Pass them around give them something to say
Got no time for this I'm getting these K's

It's like every day be like a new one to me
I'm eating my greens and I'm stacking my green
She said ima player too personally
Well I don't even know her personally
She said shut up calm down and listen to me
It's either these bitches or you choosing Me
Ima dog ima run ima get me a treat
While these hoes just keep testing and plotting on Me

I'm sparking a blizzy this shit got me dizzy
We getting this money we got to get busy
This shit getting crazy this shit getting frizzy
'Cause that's how I do it and that's how I'm Trizzy

Slide to the mall and I'm copping this Gucci
She lay in the bed and she showing her Coochi
I'm up on a flight and I'm eating this sushi
I'm flying away and I'll be gone for Gucci

Yeah lil bitch I'm gone
Ask me if I'm on one
I just put you on
Now she leave 'lone

Fly away I'm gone
That's just what I'm on
She throw off her thong
Get too lit I'm gone

She got a whip, drive to L.A
I got a crib, she know where I stay
I pop me a bottle I'm drifting away, a 100 more racks I take it to the face
Give me a cut, I'm on the way, I'm grinding for this shit ain't no other way
Pass them around give them something to say
Got no time for this I'm getting these K's