On the road ft. Cloud9foreal Lyrics

On the road

We ridin' all night long

Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing

We ballin'

They callin'

We rollin'

They fallin'

Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling

All you motherfuckers know better than that

My flow's nasty, click clack blast it

100 on the dash going fast I smashed it

No relaxing, checks I'm cashing

Gotta make a lot of dough fast and stash it

This is do or die and I ain't playing on my life

Rapping in the morning vibin' , writing lines in the night

For those who said we can't and those who said we might

Imma light a fire, blow this shit up dynamite

So fuck this world don't get discouraged

Just spit this verse and kill these birds

Life put us to the test, we passed it

Came from selling green that I wrapped in plastic

Came from havin' dreams of getting outta the hood

Planted seeds of growth they got it misunderstood

God had bigger plans and they coming to fruition

Now I'm having fun pissin' at the competition

On the road

We ridin' all night long

Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing

We ballin'

They callin'

We rollin'

They fallin'

Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling

All you motherfuckers know better than that

I never get too caught up in the shit that twist me

Got you motherfuckers pissed off with a diss

I take a shit on your hit list, you killas just missed me

Player haters secretly farm me streams while they listening

Top three artist on your bitch playlist B

Catch me right up in da club I'm built like Fifty

Tip your hoe a drink, if she smiles, she's with me

Mind me not, she wants more than the dick, man, you can keep it

Artists need the streets, but streets don't need shit

All you lil' kiddies gotta pip more tips and

Fit on Timbs then, feet on dem heels

Then you wonder why some motherfucker'd break you a limb

I done seen broke-ass kissers in the land of the rich

I'm sick of this shit and the flicks you play and fuck who you with

You lie through the teeth, then justify your high when you're nipped

Tell your bitch to chill 'fore she gets this dick parked in her lip, trick

On the road

We ridin' all night long

Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing

We ballin'

They callin'

We rollin'

They fallin'

Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling

All you motherfuckers know better than that