Drive By
Y.Z. Lyrics


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Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
Black top fill my Rolex white gold
They think I'm movin' dope, girl, I been doin' shows
'96 Impala, I got two of those
'64 Impala, I got two of those
Jet-livin', we get lifted, Lamborghini doors
Baby DTF, but she don't give a fuck who knows
Rare chance to kick it wit' the advance
Luxury sedans, sittin', offset stance
Fuck your dress code, bitches feel these sweatpants
Pockets full of gas, rubber bands, lots of cash
However long it last, nigga, I'm a have a blast
Dive in, make a big splash
Nova tint, bulletproof glass, S-Class
Them niggas barefaced, bitch, no mask

Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
Then I had count up some money like I was just rushin'
Then I had poured up the tussin with lean
Then I had popped me some molly like, "Woah"
Made that bitch back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your bitch by mistake
I was just countin' some cake on the lake
I was just pullin' up in paper plates
I know some real niggas can relate
I know some gangbangers, they relate
When I pull up, it's a murder
When I pull up, it's a murder

Yeah, yeah, ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by

I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em, I kill 'em
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
When I drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
My style line is makin' me money
Hey, why, oh, why? Oh, why, already?
Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know




Drive by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Fly by, kill 'em when I fly by

Overall Meaning

The song "Drive By" by Y.Z. portrays a lavish lifestyle where money and fame are the norm. The lyrics describe a world where the artist is surrounded by luxury, with money on the floor and champagne bottles aplenty. The theme of the song revolves around the idea that Y.Z. is above the law, as he can afford anything he desires, including high-end cars like the '64 and '96 Impalas, and exclusive vehicles like the Lamborghini with its unique vertical doors.


Y.Z. also boasts about his ability to get whatever he wants, including women. He disregards societal norms by wearing sweatpants instead of dressing up and doesn't care about others' opinions, as long as he has his pockets full of money and the spotlight on him. The chorus "Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by" suggests that Y.Z. has a reputation for being dangerous and doesn't shy away from violence, portraying him as someone who can order a hit on anyone that crosses him.


The song conveys a message of living life on one's terms, without any regard for laws or social norms, focusing only on achieving success and living the high life. It glamorizes a lifestyle that is unattainable for most but is portrayed as an ideal in this music genre.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
I throw money on the floor to attract women and make them go wild.


Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
We want more bottles of alcohol to cool off in our ice buckets.


Black top fill my Rolex white gold
The face of my watch is white gold and contrasts nicely with the black color of the strap.


They think I'm movin' dope, girl, I been doin' shows
People assume I sell drugs, but I actually earn my money through music performances.


'96 Impala, I got two of those
I own two 1996 Chevrolet Impalas.


'64 Impala, I got two of those
I own two 1964 Chevrolet Impalas.


Jet-livin', we get lifted, Lamborghini doors
I live a luxurious life and get high while also enjoying the extravagance of Lamborghini doors.


Baby DTF, but she don't give a fuck who knows
The girl I'm with is down to fuck and doesn't care who knows it.


Rare chance to kick it wit' the advance
It's a special opportunity to spend time with the crew before our music show.


Luxury sedans, sittin', offset stance
Our expensive cars are parked stylishly, tilted to one side.


Fuck your dress code, bitches feel these sweatpants
I don't care about your dress code, ladies are attracted to me regardless of what I'm wearing.


Pockets full of gas, rubber bands, lots of cash
I have a lot of money in my pockets, tied with rubber bands to separate the denominations.


However long it last, nigga, I'm a have a blast
I'm going to enjoy this lifestyle for as long as I can.


Dive in, make a big splash
I'm going to take a risk and do something dramatic for fun.


Nova tint, bulletproof glass, S-Class
My car has a high-quality tint, bulletproof windows, and is a luxury Mercedes-Benz S-Class.


Them niggas barefaced, bitch, no mask
The guys I'm talking about are not hiding anything and have no shame.


Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
I'm going to hurt or kill someone as I drive past them in my car.


Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
I'm driving in a very expensive Rolls-Royce Wraith like a boss.


Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
I aggressively shot someone in the face and then made them clean up the mess.


Then I had count up some money like I was just rushin'
After killing someone, I casually count my money like it's no big deal.


Then I had poured up the tussin with lean
I mixed codeine cough syrup with soda to create a drug concoction called lean.


Then I had popped me some molly like, 'Woah'
I took the drug ecstasy and felt very intense effects.


Made that bitch back-to-back foreigns all in a row
I bought two foreign cars in a row, one right after the other.


Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
I drive by with my left hand on the wheel, dressed in expensive clothing and jewelry.


Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was unintentionally dancing in a popular style called dabbing.


I was just fuckin' your bitch by mistake
I accidentally slept with the wrong person's girl.


I was just countin' some cake on the lake
I was just counting a large amount of money on a boat on the lake.


I was just pullin' up in paper plates
I just pulled up in a rental car with paper license plates.


I know some real niggas can relate
My lifestyle is relatable to other people who live dangerous and extravagant lives.


I know some gangbangers, they relate
I have friends who are gang members and can relate to my lifestyle.


When I pull up, it's a murder
Whenever I arrive somewhere, someone is going to get hurt or killed.


My style line is makin' me money
I'm making a lot of money through my fashion and style choices.


Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know
I need to make sure everyone is aware of my success and power.


Fly by, kill 'em when I fly by
I'm going to hurt or kill someone as I fly past them in my plane.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Shante Scott Franklin, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nate Caserta

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