Road Runnin

Alright, Brando Bitch, I'm feeling good Mm-mm, yeah, yeah Fake Brando with his head in the road Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch Just ran me up a bag, lil' bitch, I'm feeling good I heard she wanna f*ck on me, must heard I'm slangin' wood And all these niggas hatin', yeah, bitch, let's get into it Let's get straight to the bases, I'm coming from that roach Just ran me up a bag, lil' bitch, I'm feeling good I heard she wanna f*ck on me, must heard I'm slangin' wood And all these niggas hatin', yeah, bitch, let's get into it Let's get straight to the bases, I'm coming from that roach They got me itchin' for a kill, bitch, it's too late for the scratch I need a back, I need a meal, f*ck I'ma do it with a snack They make it hard for me to trust some nigga, play it, get whack Catch a nigga at the light and put his shit on the flat Niggas hate, but that's alright, though These niggas talkin' on the net, but they gon' die just for that typo She suck my dick up in the nightclub And I'ma thug her face, f*ck her, she gon' do it to her nose ring Riding with this Glock, get out of line, then I'ma show one Feeling like I'm Ivan, nigga, don't want me to blow up Sucking while I'm driving, hit the stop so she can throw up Better hold that noise and get a hole and beat her, don't I Pull up in some sheets you never seen, lil' bitch, I'm on one Hop straight off that bitch and all the bitches gon' be on me Hop back in that bitch and full-throttled, it's a full bottle I ain't braggin', but I ain't lacking, it's a full drop So give me some space, your neck and your face Go get heat with some shit, make it sun to that place I'ma run that money up like I was running in a race Niggas say he looking for me, but I'm in another state You can tell I'm eating good by my motherfucking plate I got shrimp, I got potatoes, I got motherfucking steak Nigga, really, I hope you're tripping in my motherfucking weight I need a bag, I want that nine, trying to motherfucking weight In the truck, we lifting pounds like they motherfucking weights Take a bitch and dick her down and grip her motherfucking waist Telling me to get her pregnant, but I put it on her face Might throw some up in the weed since she begging for a lace Feeling like I'm boozy, ain't no seven, ain't no eight Ain't no nine when we was thugging, slanging nine all off the gate And I'm the sickest with the shit, ain't too long, get out the way Bitches be all on my dick, they put they form up in my face I'm on live, getting true, going live, throwing you's I ain't lacking, but I'm packing like it's time for the move Niggas snorting, shooting food, and the feds doing raids Drop the wind, the throw shit all at light, we up in the parade Drop the wind, the flick the ash, this purple got me in the daze I'm getting paid, I'm trying to have a thirty-foot ceiling Jack the nigga off the seat, then split the thirty with my siblings Bitches know we in the building, then they fine like a light I've been up all night, too tired like a bike Told the bitch that I love her, I was playing like psych F*ck ha good right, Thump ha ass hitch a hike