E-Way
Running for money a relay
Doing the dash hauling ass on the E-way
Going the fastest for the last three days
Running outta gas but I had a blast
I don't know why you mad
I don't care if he say
He got a bag
Bitch I got a briefcase
Pop another tag
Now I'm back on the E-way
Now I'm back on the back E-way
Yea I'm back on E-way
Merging, swerving, speed demon yea
Ain't got no rhyme or a reason yea
Niggas fall off like the season
Hate everyday & then weep in the evening yea
Pray on my downfall hoe I'm the deacon
My niggas clown y'all niggas for leaching
Yea yea
Practice my preachings
Niggas is mad that I'm eating
Wait wait
Call up my plug for the sweetest
Loud pack leave a nigga ear drums bleeding
Bitch I'm a genius
And I know it's people pondering
If I'm really worth honoring
Nigga just photography of my discography
Let you know I'm an anomaly
Fondle that money
Make sure that it's coming
She on the wood
Chop her down like I'm Bunyan
Feel like Usain on a track I be running
We come from the bottom
Turn nothing to something
Then something to money, we call that a flip
By now I'm olympic gymnastics with it
Cause my passion in this
To me you cannot hold candle
They egg you on
But you act like I won't scramble
Peddle that smoke to yo doe
No you don't handle bars well
Will he just let me dismantle?
Cartel
You ain't clearing me
I know you bark well
But your heart? well
I don't think your bite strike fear in me
I hope you have a nice life seriously
You thought you made my soul cry
You kidding me?
I know your soul died tired, withering
Pitifully
Running for money a relay
Doing the dash hauling ass on the E-way
Going the fastest for the last three days
Running outta gas but I had a blast
I don't know why you mad
I don't care if he say
He got a bag
Bitch I got a briefcase
Pop another tag
Now I'm back on the E-way
Now I'm back on the back E-way
Yea I'm back on E-way
Merging, swerving, speed demon yea
Ain't got no rhyme or a reason yea
Niggas fall off like the season
Hate everyday & then weep in the evening yea
Pray on my downfall hoe I'm the deacon
My niggas clown y'all niggas for leaching
Yea yea
Young nigga fly like a jet
I'm up
I'm up
I'm up
They upset
New bitch 30 outta 10 like a Percocet
Imma hot comb to a bih had to burn the neck
Flash on the glock if nigga wanna pose a threat
Blast on the opps for the guap nothing over that
Spin his block tell me who surviving it
Spin again now it's chalk surrounding it
I do the dash smooth
Yes
I took the cap off my Bach too
Yes
Think you the shit I got bad news
Yes
I stalled your life like a bathroom
Had you just mind ya business
We would not be in this
But I guess fate said it's over
Sosa hate when he sober
We ain't never seem closer
Rover in the back but I'm not Blockboy
Soldier with the strap this not no toy
I'm trojan man in ya girl, no Troy
Give a bih cold feet, & I'm top hot boy
Block that boy if he not bout coin
Come roll with the boss like the Maybach boy
Nigga can't whip in a two door Honda
My whip game more two door Phantom
Ou Goddamn
Running for money a relay
Doing the
Doing the dash
Doing the dash
Doing the dash
Running for money a relay
Doing the
Doing the dash
Doing the dash
Doing the dash
Merging swerving speed
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
Merging swerving speed
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
Doing the dash hauling ass on the E-way
Going the fastest for the last three days
Running outta gas but I had a blast
I don't know why you mad
I don't care if he say
He got a bag
Bitch I got a briefcase
Pop another tag
Now I'm back on the E-way
Now I'm back on the back E-way
Yea I'm back on E-way
Merging, swerving, speed demon yea
Ain't got no rhyme or a reason yea
Niggas fall off like the season
Hate everyday & then weep in the evening yea
Pray on my downfall hoe I'm the deacon
My niggas clown y'all niggas for leaching
Yea yea
Practice my preachings
Niggas is mad that I'm eating
Wait wait
Call up my plug for the sweetest
Loud pack leave a nigga ear drums bleeding
Bitch I'm a genius
And I know it's people pondering
If I'm really worth honoring
Nigga just photography of my discography
Let you know I'm an anomaly
Fondle that money
Make sure that it's coming
She on the wood
Chop her down like I'm Bunyan
Feel like Usain on a track I be running
We come from the bottom
Turn nothing to something
Then something to money, we call that a flip
By now I'm olympic gymnastics with it
Cause my passion in this
To me you cannot hold candle
They egg you on
But you act like I won't scramble
Peddle that smoke to yo doe
No you don't handle bars well
Will he just let me dismantle?
Cartel
You ain't clearing me
I know you bark well
But your heart? well
I don't think your bite strike fear in me
I hope you have a nice life seriously
You thought you made my soul cry
You kidding me?
I know your soul died tired, withering
Pitifully
Running for money a relay
Doing the dash hauling ass on the E-way
Going the fastest for the last three days
Running outta gas but I had a blast
I don't know why you mad
I don't care if he say
He got a bag
Bitch I got a briefcase
Pop another tag
Now I'm back on the E-way
Now I'm back on the back E-way
Yea I'm back on E-way
Merging, swerving, speed demon yea
Ain't got no rhyme or a reason yea
Niggas fall off like the season
Hate everyday & then weep in the evening yea
Pray on my downfall hoe I'm the deacon
My niggas clown y'all niggas for leaching
Yea yea
Young nigga fly like a jet
I'm up
I'm up
I'm up
They upset
New bitch 30 outta 10 like a Percocet
Imma hot comb to a bih had to burn the neck
Flash on the glock if nigga wanna pose a threat
Blast on the opps for the guap nothing over that
Spin his block tell me who surviving it
Spin again now it's chalk surrounding it
I do the dash smooth
Yes
I took the cap off my Bach too
Yes
Think you the shit I got bad news
Yes
I stalled your life like a bathroom
Had you just mind ya business
We would not be in this
But I guess fate said it's over
Sosa hate when he sober
We ain't never seem closer
Rover in the back but I'm not Blockboy
Soldier with the strap this not no toy
I'm trojan man in ya girl, no Troy
Give a bih cold feet, & I'm top hot boy
Block that boy if he not bout coin
Come roll with the boss like the Maybach boy
Nigga can't whip in a two door Honda
My whip game more two door Phantom
Ou Goddamn
Running for money a relay
Doing the
Doing the dash
Doing the dash
Doing the dash
Running for money a relay
Doing the
Doing the dash
Doing the dash
Doing the dash
Merging swerving speed
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
Merging swerving speed
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
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Writer(s): Dazavier Hadley
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