Road Runners

(album: I Ain't Gone Lie - 2017)

Road runners, road runners
You fucking with some road runners

You looking at them road runners
You fucking with them road runners
What you looking at, them road runners
They caught my mans with that shit and he ain't know nothing
You looking at them road runners
You fucking with them road runners
What you looking at, them road runners
They caught my mans with that shit and he ain't know nothing

Play us how you want to play us, you know how we coming
Nigga you can hide from me, ain't no need to run it
How the fuck you hit the road and coming back with nothing
Boy this shit deeper than rap, I got two bitches stuffing
Fast Money Boyz, you know all the bitches love it
High as hell on stage, I feel like David Ruffin
Zay whisper in my ear, he feel like taking something
You know these niggas pure pussy, they ain't shaking nothing
They got my niggas in the cage
In the two seater, he and Sells, me and Paid
Have 'em boss me with the mop, plans fade
Break out the back door, heard them bitches 'bout to raid

You looking at them road runners
You fucking with them road runners
What you looking at, them road runners
They caught my mans with that shit and he ain't know nothing
You looking at them road runners
You fucking with them road runners
What you looking at, them road runners
They caught my mans with that shit and he ain't know nothing

I been on my shit each and every day
Hands in everything, each and every way
When that money calling in I'm making every play
Sent that ho on the road, she talking 'bout a date
Bitch you looking at a boss, you better get it straight
When we make it with that shit we gon' celebrate
Been on the road so much, damn near blew the brakes
When I send that green light they won't hesitate
They on your ass, betterm ove fast
With the Fast Money Boyz, y'all bums stuck in last
We gon' sip all the thin, then sell all the glass
Touch down off the road, let me count all this cash nigga

You looking at them road runners
You fucking with them road runners
What you looking at, them road runners
They caught my mans with that shit and he ain't know nothing
You looking at them road runners
You fucking with them road runners
What you looking at, them road runners
They caught my mans with that shit and he ain't know nothing

Road runner bitch, I'm always out of time
Trapping on the plane, it used to be the 'Hound
Shot a thousand beams out a thousand times
Had to strap my nuts on to see them dollar signs
Took an L when the sheriffs flipped the rental van
Made bail the same night and did the shit again
I got five hundred oranges down in the ten
When I'm finished with the bag I buy another Benz
State troopers pulled us over, we ain't know nothing
Guess tonight we all sleeping on the floor, fuck it
How you always on the road but ain't got no money?
Had to fuck my nigga up because he stole from me

You looking at them road runners
You fucking with them road runners
What you looking at, them road runners
They caught my mans with that shit and he ain't know nothing
You looking at them road runners
You fucking with them road runners
What you looking at, them road runners
They caught my mans with that shit and he ain't know nothing