paroles de chanson Road Runner - Young Scooter , Vl Deck

Yeah, you dig
Man, how you come up like that?
Yeah
Black 'Migo gang, yeah
BM boy BG
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road
runnin'
Couple pussy niggas from the hood, ain't
nothin'
I caught that case in Ohio, man they told
on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold
on you
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw
that shit out the window
Good rapping ass niggas, boy, you niggas
pretenders
I'ma make a jugg from January to the
end of December
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I
finished with millions
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I
finished with M's
I got Colorado and Cali gas, I mix that
shit in
And I ain't doin' niggas features no more
for less than a ten
You can picture me rollin' like Pac, I ball
above the rim
Scooter pull up, hard top, Street, pull up,
drop top
I trap out a six spot, I cook out of six
pots (Zone 6)
You know I don't talk to cops, you know I
don't fuck with ops
Money over everything, you can't trust
these dirty thots
Free Meek Mills, free Meek Mills, for real
I ain't got no deal, but my lil brother
fightin' the pill
In my hood with Aston Martin with rose
gold wheels
Too many juggs at the door, my trap look
like Club [?]
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road
runnin'
Couple pussy niggas from the hood, ain't
nothin'
I caught that case in Ohio, man they told
on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold
on you
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw
that shit out the window
Good rapping ass niggas, boy, you niggas
pretenders
I'ma make a jugg from January to the
end of December
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I
finished with millions
Woah, hundred racks on swag, I'm in the
rental, watch me do the dash
I'm whole sellin' bails, but got the spot
that run nothin' but bags
Back and forth to Cali, off my pivot, call
it jet lag
Real plug dropped the load, they never
holla, sittin' cash
We don't do the peons, for street war,
got big guns
Twenty-four four-eights, get your house
stepped on
We don't have no days off, these gas
bags pays off
24-8 trappin', got Percocets and Adderall
Street cooked the dope with his left hand,
call that shit southpaw
[?] pass onto Davis, look like we playin'
football
We Aston Martin lane turnin', still
juggin', road runnin'
Doin' shows, stick clutchin', I'm in the
tub, bare bustin'
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road
runnin'
Couple pussy niggas from the hood, ain't
nothin'
I caught that case in Ohio, man they told
on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold
on you
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw
that shit out the window
Good rapping ass niggas, boy, you niggas
pretenders
I'ma make a jugg from January to the
end of December
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I
finished with millions (Count up)