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Young Thug - Road Rage [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Taurus Currie Jr.
Taurus Currie Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
prodbysmo
prodbysmo
Producer
Taurus
Taurus
Producer
AJ STAY WORKIN
AJ STAY WORKIN
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jim Bailey
Jim Bailey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joba Aladeselu
Joba Aladeselu
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Samuel Reyes
Samuel Reyes
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Tyre, it's a tyre, it's a tyre... Hopscotchin' through the street, I'm tryin' not to fall She pray to God I make it home before tomorrow morn I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie but she don't care at all I'm carin' 'bout my drink, my portion's what I'm comin' for I been keepin' up with my city High performance on my jacket, Rolls Royce truck for extra 50 Just in case I run into her, I'm tryin' my best to stay spiffy, yeah See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl Every timе they call in, young nigga ballin' I went from tellin' thеm to try me to callin' shots And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you thinkin' 'bout And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out Private flight to France, such a change in trance I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants Red and white diamonds on my mans, he an ambulance Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch He said his last two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in I told my mom look out her window to another Benz She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent I bent the corner, seen my bros gettin' rich Signed another check for a couple million on a jet Swear to God, 2006, my sixth dream was buyin' a 'vette Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one Smoked 41, this your last batch, and I got more to come Gettin' them bails up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin' Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it's the blackened one I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one You frozen tongue, you won't say it twice I'll greet you with a gun, nigga See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl Yeah, I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Taurus Bucy Jr. Currie, Ismo Kari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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