CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Road
Bag it come on, I got to go
Pack up the bags and let’s go hit the road
I’m on the run, i’m ducking from the feds
These b*t*h ass n***a’s just won’t leave me alone
I got brother’s they (?) down the road
Grab the sticks, let’s go
Get the Glock’s, Ak’s, we gon tote them like a pole
Stop, shop, get your gear, get supplies, hit the road
I still trap out the beach tree homes
She just won’t leave me ‘lone
Feel like Kobe but these ain’t no Chief Keef songs
They can’t win so the leave me ‘lone
But ima be here forever
Baby girl I can promise it get better
Ima be shooting like i’m Chris Withers
I’m with all the smoke b*t*h, i’m with all the pressure
I can teach you how to get it, how to flip it, i’m an expert
See ima pass it out the next swerve
Chop it out the Best Western
Ima walk down after church the Lord is my chef
F&N hold 30 or better, or better
GTA set it up like i’m Lester, i’m Lester
No pressure my dogs they gon shoot at whoever
Hey but who got the light
She smashed all my bros like i’m choosing my fighter
YungManny the best, n***a who got the .9?
I got the chopper and i’m shooting like ISIS
I hit her from the back she said she got arthritis
I bet they gon go for the team ‘cause i’m famous
I don’t even know if them hoes even like me
Watch me shoot out the Kia
Light it up like i’m freezer
Smoke yo mans like some meat-a
Got her moaning no Lisa
Kick her out like the lease-a
I only want you, I think i’m tryna see her
But if a n***a can’t have your heart
Then them pu**y ass n***as can’t either
Pack up the bags and let’s go hit the road
I’m on the run, i’m ducking from the feds
These b*t*h ass n***a’s just won’t leave me alone
I got brother’s they (?) down the road
Grab the sticks, let’s go
Get the Glock’s, Ak’s, we gon tote them like a pole
Stop, shop, get your gear, get supplies, hit the road
I still trap out the beach tree homes
She just won’t leave me ‘lone
Feel like Kobe but these ain’t no Chief Keef songs
They can’t win so the leave me ‘lone
But ima be here forever
Baby girl I can promise it get better
Ima be shooting like i’m Chris Withers
I’m with all the smoke b*t*h, i’m with all the pressure
I can teach you how to get it, how to flip it, i’m an expert
See ima pass it out the next swerve
Chop it out the Best Western
Ima walk down after church the Lord is my chef
F&N hold 30 or better, or better
GTA set it up like i’m Lester, i’m Lester
No pressure my dogs they gon shoot at whoever
Hey but who got the light
She smashed all my bros like i’m choosing my fighter
YungManny the best, n***a who got the .9?
I got the chopper and i’m shooting like ISIS
I hit her from the back she said she got arthritis
I bet they gon go for the team ‘cause i’m famous
I don’t even know if them hoes even like me
Watch me shoot out the Kia
Light it up like i’m freezer
Smoke yo mans like some meat-a
Got her moaning no Lisa
Kick her out like the lease-a
I only want you, I think i’m tryna see her
But if a n***a can’t have your heart
Then them pu**y ass n***as can’t either
