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Road Runner Video (MV)




Performed By: Ty'rone Fisher
Length: 2:20
Written by: Ty'Rone Fisher




Ty'rone Fisher - Road Runner Lyrics




(Ayyy!)
Ski, ay ay
Beep beep, beep beep
Running on road like beep beep (Ski)

(Ayyy) Ayyyy, Ski
Fresh off a perc and I can't eat
Noddin in and out so I can't speak
Run up the trap like a stampede
Remix blind I don't need to look
Karo bottle I don't need a cook
Step on the dope with two foots
I ain't got hope but I got blues

Man I'm so tired of gettin booked
I feel dat fire in da court room
Some niggas lie for no good
Some niggas thru the wire like a old hook
These niggas rapping bout open cases
Ima up get you up to date with old news
Triangulating make phone case
Ima set up trap in a phone booth
Trynna reach nirvana in a soda
But them 30s really get a nigga closer
My eyes can't get lower
Trynna hide my high like poker
Get up on the pot like Folgers
Ima remix on the yola
If the cops pull us over
I drop the drop in the soda

Most niggas lying on protools
Talking bout fye's and dope moves
Niggas can't make they own moves
I hope they find they own lane
Niggas ain't ever seen da dope game
Talking bout crack in da hallway
Niggas ain't pitch in a ballgame
They ain't seen crack in new jack
I don't know about where the f*ck they do that
I don't know about crack but I'm blue active
Trynna see the VMAs like a new rapper
Living in the script like actors

Running on the road like beep beep
Running on the road til it's free me
Running on the road and I'm knee deep

Run up the dope, gun on the dope
I get the clean, Its called the pope
You use ya nose I rock the boat
I rock the boat I rock the boat
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(Ayyy!)
Ski, ay ay
Beep beep, beep beep
Running on road like beep beep (Ski)

(Ayyy) Ayyyy, Ski
Fresh off a perc and I can't eat
Noddin in and out so I can't speak
Run up the trap like a stampede
Remix blind I don't need to look
Karo bottle I don't need a cook
Step on the dope with two foots
I ain't got hope but I got blues

Man I'm so tired of gettin booked
I feel dat fire in da court room
Some niggas lie for no good
Some niggas thru the wire like a old hook
These niggas rapping bout open cases
Ima up get you up to date with old news
Triangulating make phone case
Ima set up trap in a phone booth
Trynna reach nirvana in a soda
But them 30s really get a nigga closer
My eyes can't get lower
Trynna hide my high like poker
Get up on the pot like Folgers
Ima remix on the yola
If the cops pull us over
I drop the drop in the soda

Most niggas lying on protools
Talking bout fye's and dope moves
Niggas can't make they own moves
I hope they find they own lane
Niggas ain't ever seen da dope game
Talking bout crack in da hallway
Niggas ain't pitch in a ballgame
They ain't seen crack in new jack
I don't know about where the f*ck they do that
I don't know about crack but I'm blue active
Trynna see the VMAs like a new rapper
Living in the script like actors

Running on the road like beep beep
Running on the road til it's free me
Running on the road and I'm knee deep

Run up the dope, gun on the dope
I get the clean, Its called the pope
You use ya nose I rock the boat
I rock the boat I rock the boat
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Writer: Ty'Rone Fisher
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