On the Way (feat. Tb DaGunSlanga)

Laudiano

Tell that bitch, she need me, I Don't need her love

Know I fell in love with you, but I Love my drugs **** talk hot Shit, tryna eat these

Slugs baby you like, fuckin' with Bumbs, I don't need

No crumbs Big plate mastros, Know we eat alone

I've been ballin' since fifteen, I Don't need a loan

I've been beatin' up the road when I'm coming home

Cute thick bitch, keep blowin' up My phone She got me stressin', But she know I'm on the

Way hit it from the front, she like How it taste

Hella attitude, slim in the waist I need some one my pace

Lil' bitch bad, she got something That I probably taste

I chase that bag, you can never Ever take my place

They gon' be sad when I pull up in the fuckin' Wraith

They tryna brag, fuck the system, Tryna beat that case

Drivin' fast, switching lanes, down Santa Fe

Police get behind me, do the dash, Cause I had the K

My granny get down on her knees Every night and pray

But I'm still thuggin' in them Streets every fuckin' day

Can never trust **** fake, tryna Say they real

A **** try me with this Glock, I'm goin' for the steel

Can't waste no time with these Hoes, that's the way I feel

Cause the bitch, you say you love, Will try to get you killed

Tell that bitch, she need me, I Don't need her love

Know I fell in love with you, but I Love my drugs

**** talk hot shit, tryna eat These slugs, baby you like fuckin' With bumbs, I don't need

No crumbs Big plate mastros, Know we eat alone

I been ballin since fifteen, I don't Need a loan I been beatin' up the Road when I'm comin' home

Cute, thick bitch, keep blowin' up My phone

Bitch stalkin' my location fuck Wrong with her

Only time I'm in my mood is when I'm in her purse

Makin' **** send a thousand if He want a verse

Even on my days off know I still Work Fuckin' on that bitch for Hours like I'm off a perk

**** ran up on me, trippin', Made him do the jerk

Kicked that bitch out the crib and She still hurt

AMG too fast, all I do is skrrt