Roadrunner
Aye, let that shit ride
You know we can't let that shit slide
Aim at his head bitch I aim for his eye
You know he get hit with that fire
Aye
Bitch I'm lit, write my songs with a match
On fire in the booth but I didn't break a sweat
I'm knowing you pussy you do all that cap
A bitch in real life but he tough on an app
I'm finna talk my shit
These niggas gone hate when they see me rich
They already hate cause I'm fucking they bitch
We make a la' play we can hit a la' lick
Passenger side with the strap in the race car
A whole hunnid shots in the AR
Like a good neighbor I'm there, Statefarm
You can get hit with the Heisman, straight arm
I meant to say stiff but I'm stiff on a bitch
Shooter gone creep with a stick in the blick
Peeping you niggas you creep and you hit
We can't go to sleep cause we tryna get rich
I can't take a nap cause I'm tryna get paid
He said he real I can get em erased
These Percocet pills got me changing my pace
I'm hot as July but I came before May
Ion care how you coming we swing like a tire
I'm on that gas like a fire
Play and we gone put that spark on yo ass like a lighter
Bitch I'm the shit like a diaper
Ooo ooo aye
Bitch I'm the shit like a diaper
Bitch I'm on fire like the fighter ooo
Bitch I'm on fire like the fighter
These la' niggas bitches not talking bout shit
Pull up on you and get hit with that stick
On God I like that, I like that
You know we can't let that shit slide
Aim at his head bitch I aim for his eye
You know he get hit with that fire
Aye
Bitch I'm lit, write my songs with a match
On fire in the booth but I didn't break a sweat
I'm knowing you pussy you do all that cap
A bitch in real life but he tough on an app
I'm finna talk my shit
These niggas gone hate when they see me rich
They already hate cause I'm fucking they bitch
We make a la' play we can hit a la' lick
Passenger side with the strap in the race car
A whole hunnid shots in the AR
Like a good neighbor I'm there, Statefarm
You can get hit with the Heisman, straight arm
I meant to say stiff but I'm stiff on a bitch
Shooter gone creep with a stick in the blick
Peeping you niggas you creep and you hit
We can't go to sleep cause we tryna get rich
I can't take a nap cause I'm tryna get paid
He said he real I can get em erased
These Percocet pills got me changing my pace
I'm hot as July but I came before May
Ion care how you coming we swing like a tire
I'm on that gas like a fire
Play and we gone put that spark on yo ass like a lighter
Bitch I'm the shit like a diaper
Ooo ooo aye
Bitch I'm the shit like a diaper
Bitch I'm on fire like the fighter ooo
Bitch I'm on fire like the fighter
These la' niggas bitches not talking bout shit
Pull up on you and get hit with that stick
On God I like that, I like that
Credits
Writer(s): Makell Lyle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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