Road Runner

I grab my blood and hit the road we finna grab them pints
We bring em back go call up Remi 35 a line
Mob ties put em on straight to them dolla signs
We got the drugs we got the guns shooting like Columbine
74 up on the reg it’s fuck the other side
GD folks bitch I’m a gangsta but I fuck with slimes
Don’t give a fuck if you a blood if you gon ride or die
I’m gettin Percy’s for the 30 sell em 45
Aye, shout out to Gieco for that back end
Hop right into traffic to Columbus get that pack in
Oh, but I’m still clutchin on that Mac-10
Give that bitch a Xanny then go blow lil shawty back in
Then I’m right back on the road don’t give a fuck bout where I go
Just don’t book me for no shows if the promoter ain’t got rolls
I got hoes different cities they keep blowin up my phone
But ion got no time for bitches that’s why the bankroll stay long
Slatt, ahah, yea
Mob Shit
On that 90 doin 90 on the interstate
Shootas lined up right behind me you get in the way
I’m tryna figure out the best way to describe you
Line em up but I ain’t talking barber but the barber ride too
Touch the kid get you tappered up
Chillin with a fine dime piece I’ll dap it up
Zero to a hunnit real quick they better catch up
Red stains all over the white T like some ketchup, right
And tell the fuck boy get his bands up
Meet me in the plaza sell a sack and get my bands up
I was at the liquor store just tryna cop a 5th
And if the feds pick me up I guarantee I plea the 5th
I ain’t telling them shit, ain’t a damn word leaving my lips
PO said he need clean piss, but I’m still Smokin pack
Still chillen dabbin out back, nay yay ain’t seen nothin like this
I be chillen with the gang, matter fact, I be boolin with the Gods
Ain’t no limit so I’m shootin for the sky
Aye, I keep it moving after shootin we just call it drive by
Look around ain’t nobody in the sky what