Road Runner ft. RoccHead Lyrics

Way whattup boi

That ain't global warming

That's my vocals forming

Boi, you Otis, no one came to see your show performance (They ain't)

Hit the game winning shot, lead the team in total scoring

Putting rappers lights out, how I make my glow enormous

Took the crown no voting for it (Ain't none)

We get in motion for it (We moving)

I'm from the Rock, they want yo spot they get the blowing for it

You told the city lies I came through and exposed those stories (I proved it)

Nobody walked em before us, we paved the roads to glory (We do)

Huh, spitting sixteens

It's like I'm whipping them ki's

Them rappers ain't viscous as me

My rhythm and schemes

Gone have us living pristine

This shit can get deep, the Rock steep, you know the devil seduct

I heard under pressure they bust

Them rappers ain't ready for us

Roll a L for the rush

She calming me down with her delicate touch

We re-rock the tape then put it back out and we sell the deluxe

Niggas rapping on songs bout actions in streets

That they seldom conduct (Ain't seen it)

We running the city, ain't sharing the crown we selfish as fuck

Off the dope, and the Trone, hell no I ain't no not role model

Cook up coke, in the yo, microphone is like the stove top and

Moving dope, round the globe, I be nervous Interpol watching

815, That's the whole plot and

We been on the road mobbing

The road

We been on the, the road (Mobbing)

Rocchead, Rocchead

Rocchead, Rocchead

They run they mouth open to close

She see the kid she jump out her clothes

Catch a nigga lacking down bad at the sto

Winter time still got shots in my coat

Long live the shooter how far you can throw

Beam on the gun how far you gone go

Pop out dripping from head to toe

Fuck me and my brother like, yeah, so

Probably tryna suck dick cause she know I got talent

I ain't checking for these hoes, I be checking my balance

These niggas chipmunks, remind me of Alvin

They don't want to play with Lz that little nigga violent

If foe nem say fuck em, then fuck em

I might just reach out and touch him

Real drank no Robitussin

Shots fired I ain't doing no tussling (Rocchead)

Off the dope, and the Trone, hell no I ain't no not role model

Cook up coke, in the yo, microphone is like the stove top and

Moving dope, round the globe, I be nervous Interpol watching

815, That's the whole plot and

We been on the road mobbing

The road

We been on the, the road (Mobbing)

Rocchead