ROAD 222 NYVORAH Lyrics

When I

Finish this bottle prolly

Won't be to sorry

We can talk 'bout that tomorrow

Don't call me while I'm ballin' baby

Let's get this guala

I need more dollars

Whole lotta' drama lately

Might call my mama

Do shit how I wanna

But you ain't gotta hate me

This for my my brothers

Shit, it's like we gotta make it

I need that andelé

Get high all kinda ways

You can be my Prada bae

But let's get high today

Uh

What you got on

Yves Saint Laurent

Yeah, smell like I been shopping in Milan

Yea, goddamn I think I'm sick

Bouta get this check up quick

Tryna' step out in my Rick's

Put diamond's on my bitch

My problems talkin' shit

Pop out when I see 'em

Make it hard to hear 'em

Gotta die to live

Not my dog then see ya

Fresh out the coliseum

Found out I ain't need em

My flow hot don't need no heater

I might got a fever

This shit barely legal

Yeah

Let's get this guala

I need more dollars

Whole lotta' drama lately

Might call my mama

Do shit how I wanna

But you ain't gotta hate me

This for my my brothers

Shit, it's like we gotta make it

I need that andelé

Get high all kinda ways

You can be my Prada bae

But let's get high today

Uh

What you got on

Yves Saint Laurent

Yeah, smell like I been shopping in Milan

Yeah

Smoke through the storm

Died too many times already

Hard to carry on, I'm like

Fuck goin' on, did you

Did ya'll hear that noise

I hear voices in the dark

They don't know I got this blower

This yo shot you bet' not blow it

Already knowing

You ain't bout it, I ain't going

I'm with the boys

Bouta' pop shit in Nyvorah

Something 'bout this aura

Maybe call me in the morning

Let's get this guala

I need more dollars

Whole lotta drama lately

Might call my mama

Do shit how I wanna

But you ain't gotta hate me

This for my brothers

Shit, it's like we gotta' make it

Yeah

You can be my Prada bae

But let's get high today

Uh

What you got on

Yves Saint Laurent

Yeah, smell like I been shopping in Milan