Lil’ Wayne – Shut Up And Drive Lyrics

DJ White Owl

SB don’t spy 7-5 jeans

5, 000 dollars on my fuckin wallet chain

A big wallet main

I hollerIN main

There ain’t nothin’ else by me main

I tell them float on and go on with the ozone

I’m so gone my blunt like a got problem an’ hold on

Toot it like a trombone I’m so blown

And um I got that cocked back I don’t need a thumb bone

So come on

You git the one with the drum on hit des dey wanna go hit

Dee dee dee dee dee

I’m so terrific when I spit put my foot up in yo’ ass

Now I’m kickin’ in your shit

Now I’m pitchin’ at cho bitch

And she catch it wit her mitt?

Naw she catch it wit her mouf

And since I’m the president she try to catch it on her blouse

I tell her Whoa, easy baby

I’m king kick so she eat the baby

Wait shit gets way mo’ crazier

We flipped the bitch like she was in a gymnasium

I ain’t fuckin with them bitches with that stadium

That’s no dome

Bitch go home

Bitch bitch bitch

Bitch go home

Bitch I spit the honey niggas on my snow cone

Lil’ n**** walkin like he get his bowl on

Boss man

Pimp stroll, pimp stroll

I got’ let my money go when the wind blow

Den it come right back like a rental

And bet them bitches understand me like 10-4

N***** is simple like instrumentals

I bet chu bitches understand me like 10-4

Get cha top chopped and

Get crim-low

Suck like my benz-o

Ride with my friend’s hoe

No I mean my hoe’s friends

Fuckin’ all my hoe’s friends

Taking all my hoe’s hands

I’ll make them all spin

I tell these young n***** pimp or die

Won’t get that benz if they don’t

Split them eyes then them thighs then them ties

And if you reach it

I don’t preach I speech and give you beef with them fries

Yeah come to the beach and find

I live where all the little seagulls fly

See baby I’m so high

All I need you to do is just shut up and drive

Bitch, bitch shut up and ride

Ha

Yeah

Look

An’ me and Mac is just 2 n***** from the same hood

We are from the same tree

Cut from the same wood

I’m just a young lion and he da young bull

Not Sammy da bull

I had a lamby in school

I think it was Diablo Red

I’m t-i-red

I’m t-i-red

You d-i-ed because of what you said

Sheesh I’m sharp as an image

And I keep it bumpin’ like a

Mother****in

2 twins drank me up like Guiness

When I’m finished I say fill it

When I’m finished they Weezy you killed it

I hop on your shit and they say Weezy you healed it

So fly I got wings tattooed on me

The gun glued on me

But I pop you in ya stomach

Now I got me yesterday’s food on me

Now that was real rude homie

And I smell like a weed plant

Young money motha*****

Where the G’s at?

DJ White Owl