ON THE ROAD
Baby I can't call I'm on the road now
Aye, you know I'ma stroke it when I touchdown
Aye, but I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
Can't be messin' with a broke ass bitch now
Shout out Sleep that's my bro, we be out the way
Outta state, touchin' bands, countin' all day
Aye, but I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
Can't be messin' with a broke ass bitch now
Yea, to the neck how I'm rockin
I wake up to the grind, I don't clock in
Yea, good where I go, Sleepy locked in
I'm with Jae, it's Bad Luck when we slidin
Aye, I be with my patnas and they all demons
We be chasin' chicken, flex for no reason
Say that she need me, guess she not breathin
Cuz I'm married to the game, I cannot leave it
Come and see me baby yeah im somewhere in the cuts
Shout out Sleepy, that's my brotha, we gon' run it up
Oh thats yo girl, then why she hit me say she's tryna fuck
I can't be worried bout these suckers, keep a 30 tucked, bitch
Aye, Im stuffin' bands in a mattress
Don't hit me up if you bout to be on that cat shit
It's only players in my circle, real factors
Bay to LA, my brothas we gettin' active
Baby I can't call I'm on the road now
Aye, you know I'ma stroke it when I touchdown
But I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
I'ma up it this year, I ain't slowin' down
Shout out Jae, that's my dawg, man he don't play
Outta state, touchin' bands, countin' all day
But I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
I'ma up it this year, I ain't slowin' down
Yea, aye
To the neck how I'm rockin
Got a baddie tryna fly out to the islands
I swear last year I was broke, they used to laugh at me
But now I got a bad bitch ridin' cockpit, aye
On the road all week
This life be movin fast, can you keep up with a P
Suckas gettin mad that I be doin' me
Just tryn chase a bag, build a life for my seeds, aye
Baby I can't call I'm on the road now
Aye, you know I'ma stroke it when I touchdown
Aye, but I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
Can't be messin' with a broke ass bitch now
Shout out Jae, that's my dawg, man he don't play
Outta state, touchin' bands, countin' all day
But I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
I'ma up it this year, I ain't slowin' down
Aye, you know I'ma stroke it when I touchdown
Aye, but I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
Can't be messin' with a broke ass bitch now
Shout out Sleep that's my bro, we be out the way
Outta state, touchin' bands, countin' all day
Aye, but I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
Can't be messin' with a broke ass bitch now
Yea, to the neck how I'm rockin
I wake up to the grind, I don't clock in
Yea, good where I go, Sleepy locked in
I'm with Jae, it's Bad Luck when we slidin
Aye, I be with my patnas and they all demons
We be chasin' chicken, flex for no reason
Say that she need me, guess she not breathin
Cuz I'm married to the game, I cannot leave it
Come and see me baby yeah im somewhere in the cuts
Shout out Sleepy, that's my brotha, we gon' run it up
Oh thats yo girl, then why she hit me say she's tryna fuck
I can't be worried bout these suckers, keep a 30 tucked, bitch
Aye, Im stuffin' bands in a mattress
Don't hit me up if you bout to be on that cat shit
It's only players in my circle, real factors
Bay to LA, my brothas we gettin' active
Baby I can't call I'm on the road now
Aye, you know I'ma stroke it when I touchdown
But I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
I'ma up it this year, I ain't slowin' down
Shout out Jae, that's my dawg, man he don't play
Outta state, touchin' bands, countin' all day
But I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
I'ma up it this year, I ain't slowin' down
Yea, aye
To the neck how I'm rockin
Got a baddie tryna fly out to the islands
I swear last year I was broke, they used to laugh at me
But now I got a bad bitch ridin' cockpit, aye
On the road all week
This life be movin fast, can you keep up with a P
Suckas gettin mad that I be doin' me
Just tryn chase a bag, build a life for my seeds, aye
Baby I can't call I'm on the road now
Aye, you know I'ma stroke it when I touchdown
Aye, but I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
Can't be messin' with a broke ass bitch now
Shout out Jae, that's my dawg, man he don't play
Outta state, touchin' bands, countin' all day
But I'ma keep it P, I cannot fuck around
I'ma up it this year, I ain't slowin' down
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Writer(s): Bryan Matue
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