Road Running Lyrics

YOP, BOYZ in this bitch we done made a name

Throw that work in the sprite I'm tryna ease the the pain

All this rapping without Dooda it don't feel the same

And all the killas and the trappers know my fucking name

Young nigga but I'm still well respected

I got hoes on my dick and I got VV's on my necklace

Bitch wanna fuck the whole gang she so reckless

And my brodie tryna kill he bought a choppa from a Mexican

Its money in the stash you can smell it

I'm paranoid don't fuck with niggas they be telling

I can't bring the perkys wit me ion wanna go to heaven

Junkies lined up at the trap like Jordan dropped the new 11s

I'm that Nigga who gone show me that I'm not

Nigga talking like he trappin he ain't never served no rocks

Nigga talking like he killin he ain't never sent some shots

I'm addicted to this money and I get it from my pops nigga

Road running chase the money til my legs broke

I can't come in that (frrrt ) then I can't go

I hit that bitch the 1st link and that's yo main hoe

How the fuck you say you love me you don't even know my name hoe

That don't make sense to me

I spent a thousand on these shoes they came from Italy

I told them ima be a star they wasn't hearing me

Now they got they hands out but can't a nigga get shit from me

We got cameras in the trap

Certified bowl shipper I get money off of rap

My bitch throw the B's when I'm smacking on her ass

It take money to get money sent a bag to get it back nigga

Yeaa

Come here baby, suck it when I roll this wood up

Them niggas don't like me I don't care they ain't go do nun

I got on Amiri jeans I filled em up wit blue hunnids

I jus ate x pill where the opps? I'm tryna shoot something

I'm wit the killas at my my show don't need security

I will give a nigga 100 thousand he put fear in me

You said you gone rob who?

Nigga Please

Glockiana on me must be dumb you think you licking me

A thousand eight grams in the pot where all the junkies at

Ian doin features with you niggas I get paid to rap

Roll the windows down (frrt frrt) We gone send that boy to Jesus

Making money easy Avon do it when he sleeping

Christian Louboutin but I'm really fighting demons

I ain't hit that pussy in a minute baby girl I need it

And my heart so cold I told my bitch that I'm anemic

Walk a nigga down (frrt frrt) make his heart stop

She wanna fuck the gang and kick it with the hard knocks

I'm with the killas in the club we really pop Glocks

Caught them niggas lacking they started running like they John Ross

They ran a 4 flat

I'm really tweaking off these drugs like I'm-

I'm really tweaking off these drugs like I'm Kodak