Rockie Fresh feat. Casey Veggies Driving 88 Lyrics

Driving 88 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Into the Future
  • 2 Driving 88
  • 3 Never Never
  • 4 Dont Worry
  • 5 You a Lie
  • 6 Turn It Up
  • 7 Twenties
  • 8 How We Do
  • 9 Come Around
  • 10 No Fear
  • 11 Respected
  • 12 Interlude
  • 13 Where I Wanna Be
  • 14 Doesn't Matter
  • 15 I Love It
  • 16 So Long
  • [Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
    Yeah ok I heard these hoes lookin', Rockie who they lookin' for
    What that nigga doin'? Out here tryin' get his dough
    What I say they see it so they call this shit my picture flow
    Never been abusive but they call me Mr. Hit-that-Ho
    I'm smashing when she twerkin', got lil momma workin'
    And she say she not a ho she just felt I was deservin'
    She saw me up on twitter couldn't wait to meet in person
    Now she tell me I'm the bomb, I need ammo and a turban
    I'm about to blow up I tell my haters peace
    My shoe collection gotta be a hundred racks at least
    It's big business on my table tell my lawyers feast
    If you ain't talkin' big business then don't even speak
    At high key I give a fuck about a hater
    They be laughing at me now, I'm out here getting paper
    And I'm

    [Hook: Rockie Fresh]
    Feeling good feeling great
    A lot of twists and turns, but I got my paper straight
    On the road to the riches, driving 88
    With a couple bad bitches, driving 88
    Me and my niggas can't wait
    We tryin' to get a meal for every digit on our plate
    On the road to the riches, driving 88
    With a couple bad bitches, driving 88

    [Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
    Ok I'm hied up, baped out more swag then a Little Wayne
    Even got no stripes on, but damn I'm so official
    If I ever got some drama I send Dough to come and get you
    He a Chi-town nigga all the way down to the gristle
    When shout out my homie Casey got these bitches on the d-low
    I'm ballin' I feel like Jordan when he hit that shot on Ehlo
    Like Rodman I'm on my hustle, you shook up like Bryon Russell
    The kush is Jazz purple I'm takin' off from the free-throw
    I'm just tryin' to get my cut, choppa chop it down
    Watch me throw some money up and these bitches hit the ground
    While I'm


    [Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
    Like uhh aw man, straight body
    My new flows remind me of 12 guage shottys
    I love when show promoters tell me I get payed shortly
    It make my face light up, I feel like Robert Horry
    When he hit that shot that made the headlines in the paper
    Runnin' team for my city like Kobe do with the Lakers
    I'm mobbin' at my pace, drivin' 88
    Surviving in my city like a rap battle with Jay
    You got a couple thousand, my nigga that baby weight
    Peas and carrots we the business just like Baby say
    Hundred million dollars, bad hoes holla
    Get my team straight and get rid of all the imposters


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