On The Road

Welcome to the A When you leave the crib, I hope it's for a bag Cause if not, why the f*ck you outside for Yo Bucks, where you been at Been on the road, for the bag, I ain't been home Bitch, I'm a dog, just lick on the bone Shit goin' up like we flyin' a drone I'll turn in Supreme any day for a cone Look at my side, niggas ain't hatin' for nothin Why? they need jet blue, to get fly You can see dollar signs in my eyes Behind the tents see yo bitch in the ride I can't be stopped, can't touch that boy that nigga hot Free mugga, they ran' in the spot Lost a ten pack, and' that jock Thank God, I'm who the town got Clear the stove, I need room for this pot Burnin', niggas is meltin They drownin', somebody come help em I like em as thick as Belgium I like em to drink it like like shit a Welch's Chill fam, what can you tell him I ain't had time to seal the pounds up You can smell him I'm comin' to get him, no you cannot mail him I come from the dirtiest spots Where niggas cook crack at the grandma pot Like beeswax, watch it lock I was 21, doin' a lot Oh God, you pussies a drop Fill em' with hoes and make em a crock That money them niggas be showin' is prop The ceiling' is gone, she give me the top Run a check in I was up early, niggas slept in I ain't unpack, I just checked in Leave footprints when I step in Go hard till they bury me You can have it, this one is charity Turn it up, just in case they ain't hearin' me Ayy, back up, back up, back up, back up I don't want y'all niggas too close Some niggas just rap' I do both I can write for you niggas and turn to a ghost Been sellin' and sellin' don't got no boat No dirt on my shoulder, my nigga that's coke Been sipping the room, start spinning I'm comin to hang em ', this beat is the rope Lanvins, thick laces She told me that she wanna taste it That pussy too little, Ill break it Plus her hair ain't real, I hate it That's on ' dblock we gon' make it Ain't feelin' no applications The trap gotta situated 1-11