Road Runnin Lyrics

Alright, Brando

Bitch, I'm feeling good

Mm-mm, yeah, yeah

Fake Brando with his head in the road

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch

Just ran me up a bag, lil' bitch, I'm feeling good

I heard she wanna fuck on me, must heard I'm slangin' wood

And all these niggas hatin', yeah, bitch, let's get into it

Let's get straight to the bases, I'm coming from that roach

Just ran me up a bag, lil' bitch, I'm feeling good

I heard she wanna fuck on me, must heard I'm slangin' wood

And all these niggas hatin', yeah, bitch, let's get into it

Let's get straight to the bases, I'm coming from that roach

They got me itchin' for a kill, bitch, it's too late for the scratch

I need a back, I need a meal, fuck I'ma do it with a snack

They make it hard for me to trust some nigga, play it, get whack

Catch a nigga at the light and put his shit on the flat

Niggas hate, but that's alright, though

These niggas talkin' on the net, but they gon' die just for that typo

She suck my dick up in the nightclub

And I'ma thug her face, fuck her, she gon' do it to her nose ring

Riding with this Glock, get out of line, then I'ma show one

Feeling like I'm Ivan, nigga, don't want me to blow up

Sucking while I'm driving, hit the stop so she can throw up

Better hold that noise and get a hole and beat her, don't I

Pull up in some sheets you never seen, lil' bitch, I'm on one

Hop straight off that bitch and all the bitches gon' be on me

Hop back in that bitch and full-throttled, it's a full bottle

I ain't braggin', but I ain't lacking, it's a full drop

So give me some space, your neck and your face

Go get heat with some shit, make it sun to that place

I'ma run that money up like I was running in a race

Niggas say he looking for me, but I'm in another state

You can tell I'm eating good by my motherfucking plate

I got shrimp, I got potatoes, I got motherfucking steak

Nigga, really, I hope you're tripping in my motherfucking weight

I need a bag, I want that nine, trying to motherfucking weight

In the truck, we lifting pounds like they motherfucking weights

Take a bitch and dick her down and grip her motherfucking waist

Telling me to get her pregnant, but I put it on her face

Might throw some up in the weed since she begging for a lace

Feeling like I'm boozy, ain't no seven, ain't no eight

Ain't no nine when we was thugging, slanging nine all off the gate

And I'm the sickest with the shit, ain't too long, get out the way

Bitches be all on my dick, they put they form up in my face

I'm on live, getting true, going live, throwing you's

I ain't lacking, but I'm packing like it's time for the move

Niggas snorting, shooting food, and the feds doing raids

Drop the wind, the throw shit all at light, we up in the parade

Drop the wind, the flick the ash, this purple got me in the daze

I'm getting paid, I'm trying to have a thirty-foot ceiling

Jack the nigga off the seat, then split the thirty with my siblings

Bitches know we in the building, then they fine like a light

I've been up all night, too tired like a bike

Told the bitch that I love her, I was playing like psych

Fuck ha good right, Thump ha ass hitch a hike