Sipping syrup smoking gas
Super sonic blast
Red beam body bag
On the news, it's a tragic
On the road, to get the baggage
I'm feeling like, coping phantom
I'm feeling like, pouring Fanta
Damn bitches can't stand us
Sipping syrup smoking gas
Super sonic blast
Red beam body bag
On the news, it's a tragic
On the road, to get the baggage
I'm feeling like, coping phantom
I'm feeling like, pouring Fanta
Damn bitches can't stand us
On the road to get the riches, all this cookie, got me lifted
Spilt the syrup so she lick it, red beams, never miss him
Pac sun , is my denim
Red louboutins, when I'm dripping
Not a wallet, so I'm never bending
Only on offense, I'm always dripping
Bet on the 10 to 4, bet I hit it
Drip on a bitch I bet I get it, plenty of money, and hella bitch
All of this money, I fell like diddy
Jab in a bitch, I hit her kidney
Say she love the kids, I give her cement
Jump in that pussy, it was a creamer
Bought a new whip, it was a Beamer
Bought a new 40, I name her Tina
Keep my tool, call me Stanley steamer
Say we got problems, I Scotty beam-Um
Not thinking money, can't feel ya mental
Bitches be crying, I give them tissue
Niggas be hating, I dismiss them
Stay on my pivot, hand on my pistol
She want my love, she ain't
Beneficial
Back on the road, trying to get a ticket
Before I have to pay, my judge visit
On the real, I'm really in them trenches
On the real, this how I'm living
I'm just trying to touch, a couple million
I can't even, understand these niggas
I can't even, understand these bitches
So I don't, pay um attention
Gelato is all in wood, I'm trapping I'm all in the hood
Nigga I got all this cook
Nigga u know I got jug
Codeine is all in cup
I'm sleeping all up on the road
I'm swerving I'm all in my jag
Couple thousand on my ass
Vasace is all on the tag
Nigga yo bitch, wanna f*ck me
Nigga I no that you mad
Had to go and get the bag
Can't find me, I'm in all on the road
Nigga I'm not talking shows
I'm talking bout all these oz
Had to get it how I live it
Outta the trenches, Yea did it
At my granny house really wiping
Prolly up in the damn kitchen
F*ck around with these dirty bitch
Had dick ya burning, and it's f*cking dripping
If a nigga gotta problem nigga
Yea best believe, I keep it wit me
No camera, but I'm on that action shit
Like a dog I'm attacking shit, four pills, and I'm smacking shit
Mind gone can't imagine it, In the air, no turbulence
On two wheels I'm swerving shit, killing niggas no surgery, diamonds dancing all double V's
Smoking woods, f*ck a swisher sweet
Rifa P Rolli - Super Sonic Lyrics
Rifa P Rolli - Super Sonic Lyrics
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Sipping syrup smoking gas
Super sonic blast
Red beam body bag
On the news, it's a tragic
On the road, to get the baggage
I'm feeling like, coping phantom
I'm feeling like, pouring Fanta
Damn bitches can't stand us
Sipping syrup smoking gas
Super sonic blast
Red beam body bag
On the news, it's a tragic
On the road, to get the baggage
I'm feeling like, coping phantom
I'm feeling like, pouring Fanta
Damn bitches can't stand us
On the road to get the riches, all this cookie, got me lifted
Spilt the syrup so she lick it, red beams, never miss him
Pac sun , is my denim
Red louboutins, when I'm dripping
Not a wallet, so I'm never bending
Only on offense, I'm always dripping
Bet on the 10 to 4, bet I hit it
Drip on a bitch I bet I get it, plenty of money, and hella bitch
All of this money, I fell like diddy
Jab in a bitch, I hit her kidney
Say she love the kids, I give her cement
Jump in that pussy, it was a creamer
Bought a new whip, it was a Beamer
Bought a new 40, I name her Tina
Keep my tool, call me Stanley steamer
Say we got problems, I Scotty beam-Um
Not thinking money, can't feel ya mental
Bitches be crying, I give them tissue
Niggas be hating, I dismiss them
Stay on my pivot, hand on my pistol
She want my love, she ain't
Beneficial
Back on the road, trying to get a ticket
Before I have to pay, my judge visit
On the real, I'm really in them trenches
On the real, this how I'm living
I'm just trying to touch, a couple million
I can't even, understand these niggas
I can't even, understand these bitches
So I don't, pay um attention
Gelato is all in wood, I'm trapping I'm all in the hood
Nigga I got all this cook
Nigga u know I got jug
Codeine is all in cup
I'm sleeping all up on the road
I'm swerving I'm all in my jag
Couple thousand on my ass
Vasace is all on the tag
Nigga yo bitch, wanna f*ck me
Nigga I no that you mad
Had to go and get the bag
Can't find me, I'm in all on the road
Nigga I'm not talking shows
I'm talking bout all these oz
Had to get it how I live it
Outta the trenches, Yea did it
At my granny house really wiping
Prolly up in the damn kitchen
F*ck around with these dirty bitch
Had dick ya burning, and it's f*cking dripping
If a nigga gotta problem nigga
Yea best believe, I keep it wit me
No camera, but I'm on that action shit
Like a dog I'm attacking shit, four pills, and I'm smacking shit
Mind gone can't imagine it, In the air, no turbulence
On two wheels I'm swerving shit, killing niggas no surgery, diamonds dancing all double V's
Smoking woods, f*ck a swisher sweet
Super sonic blast
Red beam body bag
On the news, it's a tragic
On the road, to get the baggage
I'm feeling like, coping phantom
I'm feeling like, pouring Fanta
Damn bitches can't stand us
Sipping syrup smoking gas
Super sonic blast
Red beam body bag
On the news, it's a tragic
On the road, to get the baggage
I'm feeling like, coping phantom
I'm feeling like, pouring Fanta
Damn bitches can't stand us
On the road to get the riches, all this cookie, got me lifted
Spilt the syrup so she lick it, red beams, never miss him
Pac sun , is my denim
Red louboutins, when I'm dripping
Not a wallet, so I'm never bending
Only on offense, I'm always dripping
Bet on the 10 to 4, bet I hit it
Drip on a bitch I bet I get it, plenty of money, and hella bitch
All of this money, I fell like diddy
Jab in a bitch, I hit her kidney
Say she love the kids, I give her cement
Jump in that pussy, it was a creamer
Bought a new whip, it was a Beamer
Bought a new 40, I name her Tina
Keep my tool, call me Stanley steamer
Say we got problems, I Scotty beam-Um
Not thinking money, can't feel ya mental
Bitches be crying, I give them tissue
Niggas be hating, I dismiss them
Stay on my pivot, hand on my pistol
She want my love, she ain't
Beneficial
Back on the road, trying to get a ticket
Before I have to pay, my judge visit
On the real, I'm really in them trenches
On the real, this how I'm living
I'm just trying to touch, a couple million
I can't even, understand these niggas
I can't even, understand these bitches
So I don't, pay um attention
Gelato is all in wood, I'm trapping I'm all in the hood
Nigga I got all this cook
Nigga u know I got jug
Codeine is all in cup
I'm sleeping all up on the road
I'm swerving I'm all in my jag
Couple thousand on my ass
Vasace is all on the tag
Nigga yo bitch, wanna f*ck me
Nigga I no that you mad
Had to go and get the bag
Can't find me, I'm in all on the road
Nigga I'm not talking shows
I'm talking bout all these oz
Had to get it how I live it
Outta the trenches, Yea did it
At my granny house really wiping
Prolly up in the damn kitchen
F*ck around with these dirty bitch
Had dick ya burning, and it's f*cking dripping
If a nigga gotta problem nigga
Yea best believe, I keep it wit me
No camera, but I'm on that action shit
Like a dog I'm attacking shit, four pills, and I'm smacking shit
Mind gone can't imagine it, In the air, no turbulence
On two wheels I'm swerving shit, killing niggas no surgery, diamonds dancing all double V's
Smoking woods, f*ck a swisher sweet
Writer: Perrish Ingram
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid