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Young Thug

Road Rage

 

Road Rage

(album: Punk - 2021)


Taurus

Hopscotching through the street, I'm trying not to fall
She pray to God that I make it home before tomorrow morning
I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie, but she don't care at all
Don't care nothing 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm coming for
I been keeping up with my city
High performance on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
Just in case I run into her, I'm trying my best to stay spiffy, yeah

See the pussies on the sideline wishing that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl

Every time they call in, young nigga balling
I went from telling them to try me to calling shots
And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you thinking 'bout
And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out
Private flight to France, such a change in trends
I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he a ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last two weeks been busy from moving in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patrón, 50 Cent
I bent the corner and seen my bros getting rich
Signed another check for a couple million on a jet
Swear to God, 2006, my sickest dream was buying a 'Vette
Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Getting them bales up by the metric ton, hit up feds or something
Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it's the blackened one
I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one
You frozen tongue, you won't say it twice, I'll greet you with a gun, nigga

See the pussies on the sideline wishing that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
I'm road raging to the millions if I have to crawl

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