Hp chip - Yellow brick road Lyrics

Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey
You ain't hit my line all day, what you doing
You been on my mind, the money what I'm choosing
Bet not hit my phone, unless you talkin bout them blue Bens
I been on the grind,
90 days,
Ain't stop moving
I'm slapped in with the juice man, red in my cup
Lil' baby, this ain't Kool-Aid,
Swerving in fat shit
This bitch take up two lanes,
Swerving in fat shit
This bitch take up two lanes

I Don't pop pills, I pop niggas I might O.D
My fiend follow bricks, down the street just like Dorothy
I been dumping all night, got work early morning
Bending corners, do the dash, it's me versus the police

Turn the wheel so hard, almost snapped my wrist

Feel like Will Smith, I been smacking all this Chris

Pants below my waist, pockets filled with dog shit

Cup full of purp, gulp, gulp, that's a Barney sip

Purple Sprite and some ice inside a cold cup

Don't think it's swisher sweet, you gon' get rolled up

Run a bag till my feet bleed
On a chicken run, spin the block like rotisserie
12 get behind, flick they lights , make the engine scream

SKRRRRRT

Stab so hard, make the pedal bleed
My bitch a brat, look like Barbie, been the baddest
Run it till I'm dead, stuffing prezis in my casket
You can't even shop, pockets ain't got no bag in it

Niggas cheap, pockets pinch, and they sad
I was down too, but I got up on my ass
I need a belt, cause my pockets too fat
Fingers cramping up, I been counting too much cash

My bitch raw, but she want a BBL
Don't do me wrong, yeah, you better treat me well
Eyeball, on point, I don't need a scale
I've been on the grind, Tony Hawk on the rail

Brodie take a flight every week, don't need to mail
Don't need to mail
Birdie take a flight every week, don't need to mail it
Foe nem, got the shh, just incase a nigga telling

Brodie wanna go to Dubai, but he a felon