FSO GUNK - Back On The Road Lyrics

I just back on the road
Me and Fat Boog in the trap with some pots and the poles
I just back on the road
Me and Fat Boog in the trap with some pots and the poles
Scraping that pot on the stove
7.62s shoot, it fill him with holes
Don't step out of line boy you better play your role
Draco hit now I'm losing control
He rob for nothing, won't say won't he stole
My pockets real chubby I walk like I'm swole
He going get what he get, we continue to roll
My nigga walk down and he leave him exposed
Shots fire out the .40, it hit him and explode
Trap for motion we switching the mode
Love the backend I been flipping them O's
Gotta tricking I'm f*cking with hoes
I just got back on my lit shit
Gotta walk with my glizzy it sit with extensions
Nigga run off then he ended up missing
Cleaning the scene we ain't leaving no witness
Gotta watch out for niggas better keep ya distance
Wont switch on my dawgs that ain't how I'm living
325 got me slipping, Plug put me back in the game
Me and 23 pulling up and we hop out the Range
These aint Chanel, these is Cartier frames
Stopped f*cking with niggas cause I see they changed
Trap all night til the sun up
I'm spanking the opps and they know I stay one up
When you trap in the trenches you gotta keep a gun tucked
Stay down I got my funds up
Gotta watch for them niggas they keep trying run up
Nigga keep faking I'm lifting this drum up
I'm slipping and sliding, shots fly out a dumb truck
I swear they don't wanna see me come up
Aint missing no opps, residue on the cutter
Don't trust none these bitches I swear they don't love you
He trying get close don't call him ya buddy
I just back on the road
Me and Fat Boog in the trap with some pots and the poles
Scraping that pot on the stove
7.62s shoot, it fill him with holes
Don't step out of line boy you better play your role
Draco hit now I'm losing control
He rob for nothing, won't say won't he stole
My pockets real chubby I walk like I'm swole
He going get what he get, we continue to roll
My nigga walk down and he leave him exposed
Shots fire out the .40, it hit him and explode
Trap for motion we switching the mode
I just back on the road
Me and Fat Boog in the trap with some pots and the poles
Scraping that pot on the stove
7.62s shoot, it fill him with holes
Don't step out of line boy you better play your role
Draco hit now Im losing control
He rob for nothing, won't say won't he stole
My pockets real chubby I walk like I'm swole
He going get what he get, we continue to roll
My nigga walk down and he leave him exposed
Shots fire out the .40, it hit him and explode
Trap for motion we switching the mode