Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Road Runner
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aidan Endre
Composer
Muhammad Hassan
Songwriter
Lyrics
It ain't no pressure (pressure), but I don't like camera (Camera)
Ask for a photo, you might meet this hammer (Grr-rr-rr-tt)
So watch what you ask for, bro moving like Santa (Santa)
The only thing we got is clips and bananas (Runner!)
Trap out the building, trap out the lobby
Killing a sport, or is it a hobby?
Can't wait to see, bro smoking that—
Percocet, and it's mixed with the— (Jigga, jigga)
My bae is 40, I keep beside me (beside me), grr-rrt, grr-rrt
My ahk, he psycho, and he beside me
Hunnid days, and hunnid nights, I can't wait to see her
The only wish that you got when you in a cell is if you could be 'em
Lil' bro need a mill', he calling me saying he's stuck in them FILA's
The money it runs out with a gun on your waist and still it won't save yuh
Fuck out my face, I'm skrrting in 'rari
Them dead, he gone off the— (he gone off the—)
She gave me drop, I circle the party
I'm up in stu', I'm hanging with Ali, grr-rrt, grr-rrt
I'm hanging with Ali, and it stay on me
My ahk, he psycho, and he beside me
I'm from the park, I come from the building
Used to the top, I don't see no ceiling
I lost my bro, I can't bare the feeling
I turn to pills when I need some healing
I lost my bro, then I lost my freedom
Sitting in cells, they won't let me see him
Feeling the pain, I just need a meaning
Feeling the pain, I just need a meaning
Shit is not healthy (Healthy)
I talking the pain, yeah, I hope you don't smell me (Smell me)
You rich, you're not wealthy (Not wealthy)
The opps try to end me (End me)
We ride out in 'Rari, first to a Bentley (A Bentley)
I'm going to the top, I'm killing 'em gently
It ain't no pressure (pressure), but I don't like camera (Camera)
Ask for a photo, you might meet this hammer (Grr-rr-rr-tt)
So watch what you ask for, bro moving like Santa (Santa)
The only thing we got is clips and bananas (Runner!)
Trap out the building, trap out the lobby
Killing a sport, or is it a hobby?
Can't wait to see, bro smoking that—
Percocet, and it's mixed with the— (Jigga, jigga)
My bae is 40, I keep beside me (beside me), grr-rrt, grr-rrt
My ahk, he psycho, and he beside me
Hunnid days, and hunnid nights, I can't wait to see her
The only wish that you got when you in a cell is if you could be 'em
Lil' bro need a mill', he calling me saying he's stuck in them FILA's
The money it runs out with a gun on your waist and still it won't save yuh
Save yuh
The money, yeah, it won't save yuh
Mhm, yeah, it won't save yuh
Mhm-mhm, mhm
Written by: Aidan Endre, Muhammad Hassan
