Road all day Lyrics

Ain gimme no hand outs couple cousins looked out hea n dea

Lil bitch know she fan out so we ain gon neva take it dea

I got plays but I don't event treat dem like no clientele

Dey like drop a ep boy you snappin shit I might as well

I got time to catch my sale but ain got time to check da mail

Ain got time to check the mail but I got time to catch the mail

You can't come to me like you da realest if I couldn't tell

Bro use to be a young lil hard head nigga but that nigga chill

You dont even believe that you can do it then you neva will

Up all night recording and its storming I ain off no pill job

Brodie from New York they call him south side all he know I drill

Ain gone question bro to buss that pistol cause I know he will

I been on the road all day

And I'm lonely

Girl what you doing tonight ok

Push up on me

Know you want me you ain gotta front it

I in traffic always up to some

Sit around like that pape coming to ya

You ain't gettin nun

Like what the hell

How bro lock back up and he just post his bail

Man how the fuck you talk that gangsta shit but you just go and tell

I say before you get a W boy you gone go and fail

Be prepared to take some L's nobody gone tell you so I will

Nobody know bout ya

And you a homebody

Yea you keep it classy never ratchet depend on nobody

Middle school I'm pulling bitches all inside my foamposites

No matter wa happen just think about how you gone go bout it yea yea

One thing they tell me

Never show yo hand because this shit get petty

Back in da g thanksgiving day

Everybody at aunt Betty

Gotta keep yo pole inside these streets you know this shit get deadly

She think she pregnant miss her period she breathing heavy

Need exotic Im da man

Like hide and seek

Count to 10

Ion like the beach but I from the ham

Independent she don't need no man

Put that clear 30 clip inside yo gun I bet that bitch a jam

Dey see me and say I fucking wit yo music this rightcha my jam

I'll do what I'll do to help you out

I'll do what I can

Combine my clique bitch that's a large amount

All is got some bands

She da type to go out by her self cause she ain't got no friends

She at the bar just sippin on patron like 3 tequilas in

Can't turn me down they know I'm hot right now

I might need a fan

Go duck to run it up then pop back out

Got them bitch like damn

Bro I see one them hoes over there

Shit there go her twin

I just see one pull up in a Kia

Next one one drive a Benz

I been on the road all day

And I'm lonely

Girl what you doing tonight ok

Push up on me

Know you want me you ain gotta front it

I in traffic always up to some

Sit around like that pape coming to ya

You ain't gettin nun

Like what the hell

How bro lock back up and he just post his bail

Man how the fuck you talk that gangsta shit but you just go and tell

I say before you get a W boy you gone go and fail

Be prepared to take some L's nobody gone tell you so I will