On The Road
(Ayy)
(Ayy)
(Ayy)
(Ayyyyy)
N**** know I'm a rockstar baby
N**** know I'm a pop star baby
Ion want your girl she a junkie junkie
N**** wanna play we left him slumpy slumpied
(Ayy, Ayy)
Like a torpedo
We bout to blow
We blow oh oh oh
(Ayy)
N**** wanna laugh like we some type of joke
Bet they gonna hate on me when I'm on the road
Road to riches
I just want the diamonds cause they really hit the quickest
(Ayy)
And we really from the trenches
Rock out wit my brother imma rock out wit these
(Uhhh)
(Ayy,Ayyy)
It ain't no joke wit us
Like lil Nardo Wick man I think these n***** want smoke wit us
Ion even know what to say
Hop in the coupe and I'm swerving today
Swerving and swerving and uhh
N**** know I'm a rockstar baby
N**** know I'm a pop star baby
Ion want your girl she a junkie junkie
N**** wanna play we left him slumpy slumpied
Yeah pop star feel just like a pop star
Trappin off them yerky yerkies
She sippin on some wackhard
We pull up to ya block
Then we knock ya block off
Yeah he get popped
Sweet just like a pop tart on god now
Ohhhh I can teach you how to ball
Like Rodney
No I'm not picking up my phone when you call it's on silent
She be shaking it like a dog
Ever since then n**** wild'n
Suck some dick for a lick baby what's in your wallet
Yeah we turnt up and turnt in what's the problem
(Yeah)
Made this thot hoe give me brain
Cause she just dropped out of college
That some drop tops and some scooters right now carless
Tryna qualify had to photoshop my bank account deposit
(Ayy)
(Ayy)
(Ayyyyy)
N**** know I'm a rockstar baby
N**** know I'm a pop star baby
Ion want your girl she a junkie junkie
N**** wanna play we left him slumpy slumpied
(Ayy, Ayy)
Like a torpedo
We bout to blow
We blow oh oh oh
(Ayy)
N**** wanna laugh like we some type of joke
Bet they gonna hate on me when I'm on the road
Road to riches
I just want the diamonds cause they really hit the quickest
(Ayy)
And we really from the trenches
Rock out wit my brother imma rock out wit these
(Uhhh)
(Ayy,Ayyy)
It ain't no joke wit us
Like lil Nardo Wick man I think these n***** want smoke wit us
Ion even know what to say
Hop in the coupe and I'm swerving today
Swerving and swerving and uhh
N**** know I'm a rockstar baby
N**** know I'm a pop star baby
Ion want your girl she a junkie junkie
N**** wanna play we left him slumpy slumpied
Yeah pop star feel just like a pop star
Trappin off them yerky yerkies
She sippin on some wackhard
We pull up to ya block
Then we knock ya block off
Yeah he get popped
Sweet just like a pop tart on god now
Ohhhh I can teach you how to ball
Like Rodney
No I'm not picking up my phone when you call it's on silent
She be shaking it like a dog
Ever since then n**** wild'n
Suck some dick for a lick baby what's in your wallet
Yeah we turnt up and turnt in what's the problem
(Yeah)
Made this thot hoe give me brain
Cause she just dropped out of college
That some drop tops and some scooters right now carless
Tryna qualify had to photoshop my bank account deposit
Credits
Writer(s): Ashton Butler, Jamarcus Griffin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.