Road Running Lyrics

Up and down the interstate Fast, I'm a road

Runner Nigga, I just copped Enough work for the whole

Summer Catch us outside, I'ma slide with you, baby

Mama Label wanna sign me, Add some numbers and

A couple commas Stash spot In the gas tank and it's in the

Fender I just remixed the whole Hell, put it in

The blender Cryin' bout that Pussy on my mama, nigga's

Real tender Eastside, Izzy, Nine-five, shout out to

The members Hit the trap on a Friday, I'ma make it jump

He ain't got no money, hit the Stoe gave Uncle Bump

Bitch, you must be stupid, What you think I look like Willy Lump

I swear these rap niggas trash, Lito put him in the dump

Mama lookin' in my car, she Say, but what's that purple Stuff

First day I came home, she Knew I was gon' run it up

Lil' bitch be like, Izzy, slow it Down, bae, you in my gut

Your nigga goin' half on the Bills, that is not enough

Come and sign with glass House, baby, we some real Players

And we really gettin' money, And we got them real squares

I just sent my dawg 250 to the County jail

Soon as Lil bruh get a bond, You know he gettin' out of There

Your nigga trippin' on you, Bae, I'll get your hair done

Try to tell the bitch I am him, Not that one

Trap goin' crazy while I'm Sippin' on the platinum

She was actin' thirsty, so I let Lil bruh pap her

When it comes to ridin' with That dope, I'm a fuckin' goat

Laughin' bitches straight outta They pants like I'm Leather Coat

Nigga used to look down on Me, now I'm laughin' at him

Scrapin' up this bowl, dope Thicker than some cake batter

I don't really rap, I just do this when I get bored

If I front you somethin', nigga, Make sure you can pay for it

I been gettin' money ever Since I was a lil' boy

Told my mama, just give me The cash, you can keep the toy

42 grams in the pot, I got the Kitchen hot.

Unc hit the coke and start Bleedin', nose full of snot

Kermit ' that lil' hoe, can't stay The night, kick the bitch out

Cookin' up this dope, bout to Throw my whole wrist out

A nigga try me, it's gon' be a Damn fish fry.

This nigga still believe the ho, Knowin' that his bitch lie

Calm down, 750, Izzy, boy, you Too fine.

Strap a brick to his bitch, it's it To hold a Dubai.