En Route
Yeah you know I'm on the way aye aye yeah
Hopped out, hotbox, fogged out, fuck what y'all talking 'bout
She tryna smash for the clout, on the way to the guap I'm in route
Hopped out, hotbox, fogged out, fuck what y'all talking 'bout
She tryna smash for the clout, on the way to the guap I'm in route
Who the fuck said y'all was up next? I'ma just have to double check
Got the game by the throat at ya neck, came for it all and want nothing less
Must confess I gotta tell the truth, if you aim it at me then you better shoot
Pulling hoes in the hooptie that just means I'm getting double when I get the Bentley Coupe
When they see me man they all salute, slap a fuck boy without warning
They don't want no smoke they acting like they got a drug test in the morning
Ask me what I'm doing? Just enjoying, life, it almost went bad for me
Still with the shits, might flip the script and go do a song with Bad Bunny
'Member I was living past bummy, now these motherfuckers act funny
'Cause I'm doing my own thing, they ain't got the stamina to last with me
Call me Robert, I need that Dinero, Pablo Escobar, that's my hero
Just got a white bitch first thing I did was take her ass to Cracker Barrel, whoa
Hopped out, hotbox, fogged out, fuck what y'all talking 'bout
She tryna smash for the clout, on the way to the guap I'm in route
Hopped out, hotbox, fogged out, fuck what y'all talking 'bout
She tryna smash for the clout, on the way to the guap I'm in route
Hopped out, hotbox, fogged out, fuck what y'all talking 'bout
She tryna smash for the clout, on the way to the guap I'm in route
Hopped out, hotbox, fogged out, fuck what y'all talking 'bout
She tryna smash for the clout, on the way to the guap I'm in route
Who the fuck said y'all was up next? I'ma just have to double check
Got the game by the throat at ya neck, came for it all and want nothing less
Must confess I gotta tell the truth, if you aim it at me then you better shoot
Pulling hoes in the hooptie that just means I'm getting double when I get the Bentley Coupe
When they see me man they all salute, slap a fuck boy without warning
They don't want no smoke they acting like they got a drug test in the morning
Ask me what I'm doing? Just enjoying, life, it almost went bad for me
Still with the shits, might flip the script and go do a song with Bad Bunny
'Member I was living past bummy, now these motherfuckers act funny
'Cause I'm doing my own thing, they ain't got the stamina to last with me
Call me Robert, I need that Dinero, Pablo Escobar, that's my hero
Just got a white bitch first thing I did was take her ass to Cracker Barrel, whoa
Hopped out, hotbox, fogged out, fuck what y'all talking 'bout
She tryna smash for the clout, on the way to the guap I'm in route
Hopped out, hotbox, fogged out, fuck what y'all talking 'bout
She tryna smash for the clout, on the way to the guap I'm in route
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Writer(s): Robert Villarreal
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