Casey Veggies - Driving 88 lyrics

[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh] Yeah ok I heard these hoes lookin', Rockie who they lookin' for What that n***a doin'? Out here tryin' get his dough What I say they see it so they call this sh** my picture flow Never been abusive but they call me Mr. Hit-that-Ho I'm smashing when she t**n', 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 f** about a hater They be laughing at me now, I'm out here getting paper And I'm [Hook: Rockie Fresh] Stuntin' 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 b**hes, driving 88 Stuntin' Me and my n***as 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 b**hes, 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 n***a all the way down to the gristle When shout out my homie Casey got these b**hes 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 b**hes hit the ground While I'm [Hook] [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 n***a 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 [Hook]