Road Rage

I got road rage I got road rage I got road rage Oh Walked into the club with some diamonds on my neck She said she in love so I put it to the test Found out she a fake hoe, she just want my checks Tryna steal my money every time she get upset On the road I got road rage At the show Don't need no stage I'm a rockstar die lit like I'm Cobain She say I'm a junkie but that bitch be doing cocaine Stacking up my money like I'm Bruce Wayne Got no time for shordy she got mood swings Just racin' for that bag like I'm Usain I might hit a lick on her man steal his new chain Said she wanna slide, told that bitch she better come to me That hoe just a dime so I really like her company She said that she like it when tell that bitch to come for me I don't even try I got these other bitches wanting me Say I Walked into the club with some diamonds on my neck She said she in love so I put it to the test Found out she a fake hoe, she just want my checks Tryna steal my money every time she get upset What What What Yea Feel like Nike I just do it Get that bag it's nothing to it Feel like fucking on a groupie, go make love then make some music I'm the man I go stupid Said I'm pussy better prove it I got aim like I'm Cupid F*ck with us and then we shooting' Wreck the SRT, yeah I love to crash my cars Outta space I can't breathe yea I landed on Mars I've been smoking good J's they done sent me to the stars I've been on my own shit on my grind working hard Walked into the club with some diamonds on my neck (On my neck) She said she in love so I put it to the test (To the test) Found out she a fake hoe, she just want my checks Tryna steal my money every time she get upset