Hit the rode

Late night, telephone, calling all the wrong flowers I know Out the door, into the light I gotta hit the road, I got tired of looking back I'm just trying to do the dash Hit a right, bust a sharp left, we swerving to the bag My goal to stack it up, it ain't no going out sad Damn, I had ta hit the rode I got tired of looking back and I'm just trying to do the dash Hit a right, bust a sharp left, we swerving to the bag My goal to stack it up, it ain't no going out saad It ain't no going out sad I'ma f*ck this bitch up and then I'm going to the stash Lil' bro talking bout that he can see me in a cat You just gotta manifest it, we gon' raise, we gon' drag Gotta count up all your blessings, put them bitches in the bag Keep it blinky for the robbers and you gotta keep your dag If a nigga playing stupid, get the stab, stab, stab stabbing you think that I'm Mike Tyson, how I jab, jab, jab Hit him with the uppercut and put a nigga on his back And if his niggas got a step, we gotta leave them where they at No hunch, won't hesitate to turn a nigga to a pack And TG gon' up bliky hit a nigga in his cap I gotta hit the road, I got tired of looking back I'm just tryna do the dash Hit a right, bust a sharp left, we swerving to the bag My goal to stack it up, it ain't no going out sad Damn, I had to throw I got tired of looking back, and I'm just tryna do the dash Hit a right, bust a sharp left, we swerving to the bag My goal to stack it up, it ain't no going out saaad