You f*cking with a road runner
Tap the gas an do a whole 100
Your niggas fake my nigga a whole 100
F*cking with a road runner
Hit a lit and stack the doe on em
Man it's gon to be a cold summer
F*cking with a road runner
In all black with that Iron under
F*ck around a put that iron on ya
F*cking with a road runner
Niggas holla let me hold something
Where you was when I ain't had nothing
Wake up in the morning hit them road for them packets
I know a nigga taxing I keep them calling back again
Boy this shit right right here will make them loose control
Free lil Tiger that's my woe and all my niggas down that road
I wake up get that cake up it ain't even much my birthday
Try to rob something leave em in a worst way
I be trying to get it what the f*ck be wrong with these niggas
Beefing bout these bitches when these bitches f*cking these bitches
And these niggas thinking they killers
It's too much of that Liquor
Better get a bag nigga gon crop a jag nigga bitch we popping tags niggas
Man its all in the process
I got a migo show me love call him offset
I just want the paper hit the road for them triple ups
If it ain't bout a check then a nigga don't need to hit me up
Errkkk shirt with the pants and the jays to match
We getting money f*ck you bitches we don't chase the cat
I remember sitting in the cell trying hard to get that mail
Soon as I hit that surface I was gon give you niggas hell
O well get the scale trying to off some of these bells
Everysince I was a youngin I wanted was clientele
Been know for making it happen I'm out of town rapping
Might be in your city nigga i10 somewhere trapping
Got my game for the ogs
Who selling ozs
I'm trying to run it up nigga past the nose bleed section
I'm in this bih flexing get that dope I'm trying to stretch it
No Smith western no we texin she can't f*ck wit me she messy
I'm on another path she just another slab
Before 12 o clock I serve another half
Whip the dope in the pot you see the bih twirling
Ring around a Rosie so much smoke will make your girl spin
Back to back blunt rolling up until I past out
And when the money on the line watch I pass out
Errkkk Gang Flame - Road Runner Lyrics
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You f*cking with a road runner
Tap the gas an do a whole 100
Your niggas fake my nigga a whole 100
F*cking with a road runner
Hit a lit and stack the doe on em
Man it's gon to be a cold summer
F*cking with a road runner
In all black with that Iron under
F*ck around a put that iron on ya
F*cking with a road runner
Niggas holla let me hold something
Where you was when I ain't had nothing
Wake up in the morning hit them road for them packets
I know a nigga taxing I keep them calling back again
Boy this shit right right here will make them loose control
Free lil Tiger that's my woe and all my niggas down that road
I wake up get that cake up it ain't even much my birthday
Try to rob something leave em in a worst way
I be trying to get it what the f*ck be wrong with these niggas
Beefing bout these bitches when these bitches f*cking these bitches
And these niggas thinking they killers
It's too much of that Liquor
Better get a bag nigga gon crop a jag nigga bitch we popping tags niggas
Man its all in the process
I got a migo show me love call him offset
I just want the paper hit the road for them triple ups
If it ain't bout a check then a nigga don't need to hit me up
Errkkk shirt with the pants and the jays to match
We getting money f*ck you bitches we don't chase the cat
I remember sitting in the cell trying hard to get that mail
Soon as I hit that surface I was gon give you niggas hell
O well get the scale trying to off some of these bells
Everysince I was a youngin I wanted was clientele
Been know for making it happen I'm out of town rapping
Might be in your city nigga i10 somewhere trapping
Got my game for the ogs
Who selling ozs
I'm trying to run it up nigga past the nose bleed section
I'm in this bih flexing get that dope I'm trying to stretch it
No Smith western no we texin she can't f*ck wit me she messy
I'm on another path she just another slab
Before 12 o clock I serve another half
Whip the dope in the pot you see the bih twirling
Ring around a Rosie so much smoke will make your girl spin
Back to back blunt rolling up until I past out
And when the money on the line watch I pass out
Tap the gas an do a whole 100
Your niggas fake my nigga a whole 100
F*cking with a road runner
Hit a lit and stack the doe on em
Man it's gon to be a cold summer
F*cking with a road runner
In all black with that Iron under
F*ck around a put that iron on ya
F*cking with a road runner
Niggas holla let me hold something
Where you was when I ain't had nothing
Wake up in the morning hit them road for them packets
I know a nigga taxing I keep them calling back again
Boy this shit right right here will make them loose control
Free lil Tiger that's my woe and all my niggas down that road
I wake up get that cake up it ain't even much my birthday
Try to rob something leave em in a worst way
I be trying to get it what the f*ck be wrong with these niggas
Beefing bout these bitches when these bitches f*cking these bitches
And these niggas thinking they killers
It's too much of that Liquor
Better get a bag nigga gon crop a jag nigga bitch we popping tags niggas
Man its all in the process
I got a migo show me love call him offset
I just want the paper hit the road for them triple ups
If it ain't bout a check then a nigga don't need to hit me up
Errkkk shirt with the pants and the jays to match
We getting money f*ck you bitches we don't chase the cat
I remember sitting in the cell trying hard to get that mail
Soon as I hit that surface I was gon give you niggas hell
O well get the scale trying to off some of these bells
Everysince I was a youngin I wanted was clientele
Been know for making it happen I'm out of town rapping
Might be in your city nigga i10 somewhere trapping
Got my game for the ogs
Who selling ozs
I'm trying to run it up nigga past the nose bleed section
I'm in this bih flexing get that dope I'm trying to stretch it
No Smith western no we texin she can't f*ck wit me she messy
I'm on another path she just another slab
Before 12 o clock I serve another half
Whip the dope in the pot you see the bih twirling
Ring around a Rosie so much smoke will make your girl spin
Back to back blunt rolling up until I past out
And when the money on the line watch I pass out
Writer: Reginald carter
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