On the Road

Baby do you wan trap on the road
Keep the sitchy wherever we go
Do a hit then I'm switching my clothes
On my grind I can't fall out bout hoes
That boy scary he don't want no smoke
Cause he know that we packing them poles
And move funny we clapping them poles
And he fronted so he had to go

(He had to go)

On the road its just me and my phones
Remember time when I needed a load
Now I got all these feens on my phone
In the office just me and the bro
It get sticky the v in sport mode
In the stu tryna find me a flow
Try find ways so my pockets could grow
Told my mom I got us for good
No she not gon want no more
She could bang in the range or the Porsche
Drown my bitch out in Christian Dior
Steady winning I cant take a loss
SBM we stay popping shit off
If he hating we knocking him off
Run ya block with the drop and the soft
Baby do you wan trap on the road
Keep the sitchy wherever we go
Do a hit then I'm switching my clothes
On my grind I can't fall out bout hoes
That boy scary he don't want no smoke
Cause he know that we packing them poles
And move funny we clapping them poles
And he fronted so he had to go

(He had to go)

Sent a message cause he had to know
Send my niggas to run in ya home
Fuck around put one in ya dome
And this trapping shit run in my bones
Wanna be in the hills with a dome
Its that nigga not me he a clone
Its Margiela she scream when she moan
Baby do you wan trap on the road
Keep the sitchy wherever we go
Do a hit then I'm switching my clothes
On my grind I can't fall out bout hoes
That boy scary he don't want no smoke
Cause he know that we packing them poles
And move funny we clapping them poles
And he fronted so he had to go

(He had to go)