Lyrics On the Road - D.Wil

Lemme hit dis bitch real quick
(Hits pen)
Nigga Shut Up!
It's D.Wil on this muthafucka don't forget it

Going down the road, headed to the fucking show
Then I'm smoking on some dope then I pass it to the bro
Cole and Kenny on the radio, cuz that's just how it go
Ran out of weed, shit gotta go and get some mo
Fam from the eight, so we throw up four
We get high for the times that we be so low
I'm QB one with the way I throw
Like Joe Montana, I got the stamina
To damage ya for least 100 rounds

Nigga you can't even knock me down
I'ma king so nigga hand me my crown
You joking on me, but you the real clown
End ya life, have ya momma hanging with a frown
Bullets hitting, blood leaking, the screams getting loud
If I miss at first I'ma hit the roundabout
Come around lay it down for the count
Cuz you snitched, you singing like you Chris Brown
Calls over hit end lil nigga hit pound bitch
Calls over hit end hit pound lil nigga

Calls over and it's around five so it's Rush Hour
Duck under the car with the blicky call me Chris Tucker
Or I'm like A.I., the way I'm shooting at Rucker
The way I'm shooting these niggas
And pulling triggers at figures
Who put they fingers on twitter
And calling people some shitters
When they some creatures and critters

They some creatures and critters
That be getting real bitter
Call 'em some haters
They always betray us
Only for some paper
They don't call themselves liars they some good persuaders
Staying true to ourselves is what really just made us
I don't really give a fuck about none of them haters
Them niggas made us nigga
I don't really give a fuck about none of them haters
Them niggas made us nigga
Don't give a fuck about none of them fuckin haters
Them niggas made us nigga