On the Road

Lemme hit dis bitch real quick (Hits pen) Nigga Shut Up! It's D.Wil on this muthafucka don't forget it Going down the road, headed to the fucking show Then I'm smoking on some dope then I pass it to the bro Cole and Kenny on the radio, cuz that's just how it go Ran out of weed, shit gotta go and get some mo Fam from the eight, so we throw up four We get high for the times that we be so low I'm QB one with the way I throw Like Joe Montana, I got the stamina To damage ya for least 100 rounds Nigga you can't even knock me down I'ma king so nigga hand me my crown You joking on me, but you the real clown End ya life, have ya momma hanging with a frown Bullets hitting, blood leaking, the screams getting loud If I miss at first I'ma hit the roundabout Come around lay it down for the count Cuz you snitched, you singing like you Chris Brown Calls over hit end lil nigga hit pound bitch Calls over hit end hit pound lil nigga Calls over and it's around five so it's Rush Hour Duck under the car with the blicky call me Chris Tucker Or I'm like A.I., the way I'm shooting at Rucker The way I'm shooting these niggas And pulling triggers at figures Who put they fingers on twitter And calling people some shitters When they some creatures and critters They some creatures and critters That be getting real bitter Call 'em some haters They always betray us Only for some paper They don't call themselves liars they some good persuaders Staying true to ourselves is what really just made us I don't really give a f*ck about none of them haters Them niggas made us nigga I don't really give a f*ck about none of them haters Them niggas made us nigga Don't give a f*ck about none of them fuckin haters Them niggas made us nigga