ON THE ROAD 2 ft. SME BANDMAN NERO Lyrics

Okay, double cup I'm leanin' codeine got me feignin'

Flip a nigga block with 2-3 Glocks, don't need no beam in

All these racks up in my safe, check my account feel like I'm dreamin'

Heard these niggas talkin' cash but they ain't havin' no funds

Fuck it off and make it back, you boys ain't havin' no yun

I done touched so much pape in this 10 year run

Before I caught my case man I was ridin' round dumb

Thirty racks in all faces with a fifty round drum, yeah

I was ridin' with them reapers hit them cuts shit get lethal

Homicide check on your peoples, yeah

Know that you dyin' if we meet you

Hollow tip they quick to eat you

Then we slidin' them stigmas, yeah

When shot fired shit get evil

His toe tagged at the cleaners

You can tell that I'm the boss from my demeanor

Some pussy niggas still switch up but we don't need em'

I've been walkin' alone down this long long road

Bought every color of Moncler because my heart so cold

Took us a while but we winnin', yeah

Same faces from the beginnin', yeah

Some people they switched up but I don't give a fuck

Got different jewelry in the safe, it cost a hundred plus

Got different choppers in the place if people runnin' up

These niggas play like they want smoke until it filled they lungs

These F'n bullets hit your body, leave em' coughing blood

Have these niggas scared of the dark, the way we spinnin

My lil niggas play, wish they ain't have problems because we winning

Quick to flip they block, I'm in the top too many shots start firing

And if we see police it's a new high speed, I bet this car start flying

It was a new high speed every week

This damn near like number five

I'm not surprised at them lil boys ain't never slide

I swear to God

I wasn't breaking in cars just to joyride

This ain't Call of Duty you don't get no damn self-revive

But I'm in that War Zone

Foenem smoking dead opps, damn near fuckin' up the ozone

Gotta ride with this Uzi cause they see my money gettin' long

I remember she ain't wanna do me, now she wanna fuck me cause I'm makin' songs

They ah put sum racks on your head just to make sure you dead

Shots fired them bullets flew with the wind

I can't tell no lie about the shit I done did, the only time I lied is when I'm talkin' to pigs

You can look me in my eyes but still won't know how I feel

I've seen a hundred racks in all dubs way before a deal

Don't talk about what you had, what you made this year ?

You can't pull a cool 10 out you can't even sit near

I've been walkin' alone down this long long road

Bought every color of Moncler because my heart so cold

Took us a while, but we winnin', yeah

Same faces from the beginnin', yeah

Some people they switched up but I don't give a fuck

Got different jewelry in the safe, it cost a hundred plus

Got different choppers in the place if people runnin' up

These niggas play like they want smoke until it filled they lungs

These F'n bullets hit your body, leave em coughing blood

Have these niggas scared of the dark, the way we spinnin

My lil niggas play, wish they ain't have problems because we winning

Quick to flip they block, I'm in the top too many shots start firing

And if we see police it's a new high speed, I bet this car start flying