Road runnin Lyrics

Alright, Brando

Bitch, I'm feelin' good

Mm-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 feelin' 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 comin' from that Rudge

Just ran me up a bag, lil' bitch, I'm feelin' 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 comin' from that Rudge

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

I need a bag, I need a meal, fuck I'ma do with a snack

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

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

Feelin' like I'm Ivy, nigga, don't want me to blow up

Suckin' while I'm drivin', had to stop so she could 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 lackin', it's a full chopper

So give me some space, your neck and your face

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

I'm tryna run that money up like I was runnin' in a race

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

You can tell I'm eatin' good by my motherfuckin' plate

I got shrimp, I got potatoes, I got motherfuckin' steak

Nigga, really, I want you trippin' in my motherfuckin' weight

I need a bag, I want that nine, tryna motherfuckin' wait

In the truck, we liftin' pounds like they motherfuckin' weights

Take your bitchin' dick around and grip her motherfuckin' waist

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

Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm boozy, ain't no seven, ain't no eight

Ain't no nine when we was thuggin', slangin' nine all off the gate

And I'm the sickest with the sheet, 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, gettin' true, goin' live, throwin' you's

I ain't lackin', but I'm packin' like it's time for the move

Niggas startin' shootin' food, and the feds doin' raids

Drop the window, throw shit out at light, we up in the parade

Drop the window, flick the ash, this pervert got me in the daze

I'm gettin' paid, I'm tryin' to have a 30-foot ceilin

Jack the nigga off the seat that's bent to 30 with my siblings

Bitches know we in the building and 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 playin' like Psyche

Fuck ha good dick ha right , thumb ha ass hitch a hike a height