Road Runner ft. Bou Lyrics

Don't get tired I be road running

I just ran through a bag need some more onions

You ain't my dog I be serving you

Soon as you leave here you know where your hoe coming

Like them blues but still give me them old hundreds

Keep the ones they gone fuck up the bank roll

Give that s*** to the dancer if my bitch don't answer

they print it we get it like Kinko's

Had to chill on the drink made him think slow

Cause that n**** was lacking

And we don't drive straight in the spot, we be backing in

I get the drop tell em' slide they attacking it

Me and the gang in the trap we was packing it

N***** b****** I'm taking they packages

And they b****** getting hit on them mattresses

Got the blick I don't know what no matches is

Half a mill for a bail cause I'm African

I pop out with them savages

Bad b**** come give me head like a mannequin

We need them tables, them lines we ain't standing in

I don't front n*****, you do that they vanishing

S*** get real, I bet not see you panicking

N***** fake you bet not shake a hand with them

Don't do no snake shit thinking you clever

Unless you trying to get introduced to my stepper

I'm at the stove introducing that measure

She in her clothes, I seduce her she left them

Cut off her ex she said I do it better

I bust a move cuz' it's chess its not checkers

I cannot chase a b**** I don't sweat her

I just be dogging em

I hit her friend, lil white b**** she pawgin' em

Ratchet lil b**** make it clap she applaudin em

She don't get tired, you better prepare boy she just keep going like a android

Don't you try to run off with no grams boy

We end up in your s*** like a landlord

Seal it up put them zips in the jansport

Play with them Franklins I do you like manboy

Smoking that strong, we don't do no damn roids

Free my steppers up out of that can boy

I don't get tired I be road running

I just ran through a bag need some more onions

You ain't my dog I be serving you

Soon as you leave here you know where your hoe coming

Like them blues but still give me them old hundreds

Keep the ones they gone fuck up the bank roll

Give that s*** to the dancer if my bitch don't answer

They print it we get it like Kinko's

Had to chill on the drink made him think slow

Cause that n**** was lacking

And we don't drive straight in the spot, we be backing in

I get the drop tell em' slide they attacking it

Me and the gang in the trap we was packing it

N***** b****** I'm taking they packages

And they b****** getting hit on them mattresses

Got the blick I don't know what no matches is

Half a mill for a bail cause I'm African

Have you ever brought a hunned from the west to the east coast?

Real runner touchdown call em beast mode

How he stay clean in this dirty ass game now

The whole hood think he got a mufuckin cheat code

No charge for the feat give em Free smoke

Press play give a young nigga Heat stroke

Fuck Nemo, I'm tryna find kilos

Straight to the plug middle men we don't meet those

Trucker with a load on the interstate coolin

Made 500 plays before I ever made music

10 Steps ahead play smart for the future

When the feds on my ass only time I play stupid

20 In my pocket but I still make noodles

Brand new whip but I'll still take uber

Keep a camera man but I'll still take shooters

Case a nigga wanna play duck duck this ruger

Give it and go

Still in that mode

Wake up and Stick to the code

Sell it for high

Get it for low

Keepin my distance from broke

Watch for the snakes

Eying your plate

Itchin for sumn to take

Moving that weight

Load up the freight

Let's count up how much we can make

I don't get tired I be road running

I just ran through a bag need some more onions

You ain't my dog I be serving you

Soon as you leave here you know where your hoe coming

Like them blues but still give me them old hundreds

Keep the ones they gone fuck up the bank roll

Give that s*** to the dancer if my bitch don't answer

They print it we get it like Kinko's

Had to chill on the drink made him think slow

Cause that n**** was lacking

And we don't drive straight in the spot, we be backing in

I get the drop tell em' slide they attacking it

Me and the gang in the trap we was packing it

N***** b****** I'm taking they packages

And they b****** getting hit on them mattresses

Got the blick I don't know what no matches is

Half a mill for a bail cause I'm African