New Jersey Drive – English Lyrics

• By: Albee Al, Fetty Wap, Arsonal
• Album: New Jersey Drive (feat. Fetty Wap & Arsonal) - Single

Lyrics & Translation

Explore the authentic voice of New Jersey's streets with "New Jersey Drive." This track offers a powerful lesson in regional slang and storytelling from the East Coast hip-hop scene. What makes this song special is the collaboration of three distinct artists from the same state, each bringing their unique style to create a unified anthem of pride and resilience. It's a perfect entry point to understanding the culture and sound of New Jersey hip-hop.

[English]

So yeah, yeah, yeah

So yeah, yeah, yeah

Gladiator

Strapped up, laced up, straight face up

Who want it all, and I can't wait

Free my youngin 50 for that murder case

You know my hood on go, check the murder rate

Ain't come to catch your body then we celebrate

And we celebrate, hold up

Bad bitch, you should buy your white snake

Cheat her like an owl, shoot her in the face

Hit her with the cum chop, play it safe

Pussy started drippin, had to throw it away

Calzon, all the shoes used to wear the skinnies

My bitch got an ass like the real Nicki

Bad bitches only, know I'm real picky

And I die for my niggas, and niggas can't win with me

Sportscar, hit the super buttons

Still uncomfortable, start shooting something

I'm a real nigga, I don't go for nothing

Bodybag these niggas, think I'm bluffing

Straight out of Jersey, I'm a Newark baby

A real trap star, what you thought, baby?

Essex County, used to get it off the porch, baby

And when it's beef, I just add a little more gravy

I got Wop and Albee with me

I need a bad bitch to go and visit OG and fire with me

I don't really think you want no problem with me

Drill head shooter, always gotta keep a roster with me

Hundred round drum, gotta chopper with me

Nine to his back, got E-Boc with me

Or he can catch these hands, got E-Hundo with me

32 in the club, this in my pocket with me

Albee said him and Fetty Wap had the bad bitches

Not the Mr. Graham bitches who be catfishing

So disrespectful to these hoes, I be advancin'

All these niggas be talking, but they just sad living

Wake up, I count bands, they have sex

I'm a rich nigga, I talk money, it's on deck

And my old whip still look new, so I drive it

Bad ass bitch, she sittin' up inside it

Only let her roll with me when we sliding

Bitch better hold the coup in the whole gun, nigga

I see the police, I'm gonna run, nigga

Bet they won't catch me where I'm from, nigga

Throw a hundred block, they light up for a whole drum

Keep a bitch too on my life, we won't run

He a bitch too, work a life, he my son

All life niggas be stacking up old hunnids

All God niggas be tough, but don't want it

See these niggas in real life, they start running

Niggas talk tough in they songs, but ain't done it

Hey, how you the king of the town when I run it