Road Running (feat. Kalan.Frfr)

Road Running I was trynna get my bag right Yeah, Aye Road Running I was trynna get my bag right Young nigga I'm the king of the fast life Got a stick on me like I'm walking with a flashlight Trynna get my cash right I'll be there every night Sip codeine, I got lean in my cup Dripped in sauce, and blue strips on my bucks And ran it up for my team and my blood Broke the bank with my cuhs It don shown who you was I been through the struggle came from nothing and I mean that East side on 94 nigga I bleed that I'm really grinding through the song, I hope you see that And I got that work so baby holla if you need that Thug walking so I lean when I drip Pimp talking I got rings on my fists Breadwinner, fly nigga I'm the shit If she ain't got them strips Ima break it out yo bitch You said you were breaking the bank tonight She can't fall in love with that gangsta life Cause you ain't fucking with my day one niggas They been up and down that road I'm married to the game And bitch we trynna up that po I had to switch lanes My old lane was moving slow And all my niggas TTG They hot heads and trained to go And I ain't in that bitch if I can't step in with my bros Im married to the game I'm 2 stepping to my goals I ain't never love these bitches I aint cuffing on no hoe And if they ever touch my money Kick that bitch up out the door And every time I'm on, you know I grind for my shit And every time I leave the crib I ride with a stick And every time I lay her on her back I be pulling on her tracks Told lil momma don't you hide from the dick I was down and on my ass, I had to go run up a check Now every time you see a nigga, I got diamonds on my neck Five thousand on some Gucci, bitch Im fucking up a fit And yo bitch be on my line, all she wanna eat is dick Young nigga and Im rich yeah Flex on a bitch Yeah I take her on a trip Young nigga trick tricks Used to wait to match a wood, now I smoke it by the zip I be riding by my lonely, but I keep it on my hip aye Whole lotta drip, lotta clothes, lotta kicks Niggas don't want smoke, lotta poles, lotta sticks Bitches on my dick, cause Im young and Im rich Aint no doo-doo on my name, I don't fold, I don't switch I just bought another chain, ooh I know I make 'em sick This a Jag not a Range, it's a R it ain't basic When yo bitch play my song in the whip I know you hate it They treat me like Im famous And I aint even made it Pimp shit, running through your bitch, yeah that's mando Young nigga run through these bands, in my bag tho TwoFR got this shit lit, like a candle Niggas want beef, I send shots like Im Rambo Picnic fit, two G's on my sandals Five-fifety-five, for an Off-White flannel Rock bands bitch, big drums no banjos Riding through the shits, playing school me like Nano I be the realest of niggas, you know I be killing these niggas Yeah, yeah And they don't be keeping it real, so I don't be feeling you niggas Yeah, yeah I just be chilling my nigga, you know I be getting it nigga Yeah, yeah And up them digits my nigga, and fuck on they bitches my nigga Like yeah, yeah, yeah