Cookin Soul - Driving Like Im Loco lyrics

[Intro: YG] (Yeah) All black four door If you didn't know by now (Kitchen's closed) All black, ah, ah, ah All black four door Driving like I'm loco 20 on the dash I ain't worried about the popo It's YG 400 [Hook: YG] I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco 20 on the dash I ain't worried about the popo [Verse 1: YG] Give my n***as straps Tell them where the lick at go go Before this rap sh**, I would have went solo I don't give a f** about no hoe Aye man YOLO When I catch your a** n***a Marco Polo Riding ‘round dolo, give the b**h the low blow What I mean by that I leave her hanging like a yo-yo First money boomin, all my hoes tuned in Get all my homies on, do these d** to the music I'm too sick, got homies hitting back on the news clips f** love n***a I'm only shooting at cupid I'm a pimp, I'm a mac, I'm a cold a** n***a Got the strap with no stash I'm a bold a** n***a You a sell out, between another sold a** n***a You the type to bend over touch your toes a** n***a [Hook: YG] I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco 20 on the dash I ain't worried about the popo I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco 20 on the dash I ain't worried about the popo [Verse 2: Blanco] Meet me in the parking lot at the Denny's With a quarter mill down to the penny I be standing there with my semi Asking me if I got more, said I got plenty This guerrilla territory, therefore Can't afford it, don't ask for it (a**holes) fans took my pa**port (f**) f** the feds kiss my a**hole (a**holes) I could show you how to hustle (b**h) Skinny boy with the muscle (b**h) I could show you how to duffle (throw money up) I could show you how to double boy Smoking joints and the best herb (kush) Carry guns, but I'm just a nerd (nerd) Kick back and I just observe (woah) Dope money is the magic word (woah) [Hook: YG] I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco 20 on the dash I ain't worried about the popo I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco 20 on the dash I ain't worried about the popo [Verse 3: DB Tha General] No h*mo, DB I be dolo Playing with the king I put them hoes up in your photo, n***a No h*mo, DB I be dolo Playing with the king I put them hoes up in your photo, n***a Get your a** repo'd End up in a depot Ain't no pinto Yeah, and my piece out Shoutout my n***a young huss, young tito I'm too fly too high, dumb veisle Cherry pie, cherry pie Middle finger to the f**ing sky Wise guy, wise guy We the mod 50 deep you don't wanna die [Hook: YG] I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco 20 on the dash I ain't worried about the popo I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco I got that all black four door Driving like I'm loco 20 on the dash I ain't worried about the popo