Watch Da Road ft. OTM Frenchyy Lyrics

Ayy, niggas be talkin' bout havin' motion, Niggas be talkin' bout what they doin

Niggas be talkin' bout all them bricks and pounds, they movin, they ain't movin

All these clips, we make movies, niggas knowin' how we do it

Label gave me a hundred, I ran through it

But that wasn't how I was supposed to do it

All this gas, we got fluid, this shit, I spit, be fluent

All them bitches, we ran through em, all them flights, we been flew em

All them shows, we been to em, them racks, we been through em

Ion know what these niggas doin, but I know what my niggas doin

Gettin' money, fuckin' hoes, sellin' highs, sellin' lows

Trappin' bows, flippin' lows, you wanna half or you wanna whole

Let me know, cause we get em' in and we get em' gone

With the quickness, niggas trippin, acting like these bitches

Or these police niggas, tell them mind they business, and watch the road

Don't watch me, just watch the road, don't act slow, we on I4

With them bows, dodgin' troll, slidin' fast, sippin' slow

Boy, you know how it go, I play for keeps, you a hoe

Boy, you sweet like cookie dough, I'm in the streets, still clutchin' poles

Saint Pete or Seminole, just let me know, what you need, half or whole

In the trap, still got it sewed, ain't no cap, yeah, that's fasho

Bitch we strapped up with that pole

That pussy bap, then leave me alone

Don't be actin' like you bold

He a hoe, I pull his card

Slide the door back, Draco spark, he hit a four flat in the park

Like a drive-thru, servin' hard, bad bitch with her back-arched

Through the switch in the backyard

Boy, you a bitch, you just act hard

Four-Knick, tear your brain apart

You probably won't live to see tomorrow

How the fuck you leave the keys in the car

Boy, who told you that was smart

Jit who told you you was hard

Boy, you move just like a crash dummy

My youngin' gon' push up and crash for me

There ain't shit you can take from me

I'll take your bitch, put it in her tummy

Hit her one time, you can't have her back

It was one night, just get over that

Try not to have you a heart attack

It'll tighten back up, she a pro with that

Got me saved in her phone under Dad

Your big, dead, brother, I'm smokin' that

I'm still on the block where they smokin' crack

Bitch I'm Ace Swift, I don't ever lack

I don't got time for the tit for tat

You know this nine gon' spit like blatt

These boys be thinkin' we new to that

You know I beat it up blue and black

I'm still the man where I grew up at

She pop a jig and then threw it back

We get it in, we be movin' bags

I don't even think he got a rack

He probably don't know what to do with that

And I don't know what these jits be doin, but I know what me and Frenchy movin

Dummy Loads, hella bows, that's fasho, we at the store

And we strapped up with that pole, Gen five, hold 34, you gon' know if you know

We got za's, we got Low's, Casamigos, freak hoes

Bend it over, touch your toes, white girl, for your nose

Just make sure you don't forget to watch the road

Don't act slow, just watch the road, don't act slow, just watch the road