Road Runner (feat. Moneey Junior & Ynt Booka)

She call my phone and she like talk to me
You only want a part but I would give you all of me
You looking for love until it's getting hard to see
Then I get carried from the heart like I'm a heart artery

Got that ganja in the wood it's 35 straight to the face
If the police get behind while we too high might do the race
In a hot car by any means I gotta get away
Can't tell nobody what I did I gotta take it to the grave

She want my kids not with this shit they love me hard in different states
To get rich I'ma die trying nigga ain't no other way
Took a loss but I'ma boss might thug get out for another day
He took a L but went to tell so I pop off start shooting K's

I run around with roadrunners sticked up with cold drummer
Put his nigga in the grave for him it was a cold summer
I've been walking around like Shrek I'm all alone with no lover
I've been feeling cold it's like I got a bed with no cover

And now I'm rolling rolling round and round again
And I found a dime but she acting like a ten
And I moved on slowly I'm fucking with a friend
Cause I don't got no hope like it's too late to make amends

I run around like roadrunner that boy a cold stunner
I be fashion to the head you would think I know gunna
You don't love me tell the truth I be like I don't wanna
Continue beating on my heart I'm no drummer

When she tell me that she love me hope she don't lie to my face
Took my heart right out the chains but it's still right here in this cage
You a dime but you ain't nothing like a ten stay in your place
I'm the type of nigga you don't let go and can't replace

I run around like roadrunner that boy a cold stunner
I be fashion to the head you would think I no gunna
You don't love me tell the truth I be like I don't wanna
Continue beating on my heart I'm no drummer

For her nigga up in jail she don't want you to leave that place
Said she love then hung up then I got back to getting face
Im the type you can't let go and I'm the type you can't replace
I found a dime but she aint actin like a damn dime

She call my phone and she like talk to me
You only want a part but I would give you all of me
You looking for love until it's getting hard to see
Then I get carried from the heart like I'm a heart artery

Got that ganja in the wood it's 35 straight to the face
If the police get behind while we too high might do the race
In a hot car by any means I gotta get away
Can't tell nobody what I did I gotta take it to the grave

Got that ganja in the wood it's 35 straight to the face
If the police get behind while we too high might do the race
In a hot car by any means I gotta get away
Can't tell nobody what I did I gotta take it to the grave

And now I'm rolling rolling round and round again
And I found a dime but she ain't acting like a ten
And I moved on slowly I'm fucking with her friend
Cause I don't got no hope like it's too late to make amends

Shut the hell up abdimalik hassan