Текст песни Road Runners (feat. Day Otw, Tray Otw & Rey Otw) - Krispy Tay

I'm finna tear some shit up, alright
We ain't fuckin' with no rats
He was creepin in the party seen the chop and fell back
Heard rumors niggas on me time to take him off the map
I ain't smokin on no white weed that shit look like crack
I been runnin through these hoes granny say I'm like my dad
Tray said I don't fuck with dog point em out im on his ass
I'm small as hell but let him play im handin out a shit bag
He played now his ass dead ask yo man's where he at
The guys beat the road down caught a charge but they back
I'm a skinny, quiet nigga quick to hit him in his hat
Had her screamin out my camp while I beat it from the back
I don't even want that bitch I just wanna count these racks bug let her blow me down

Bro got a Mac-10 with silence it don't make no sound
If Sam get on feet don't try to run cause he gon chase you down
One day back at school, I found some grams in the lost and found
I only do scams, I tried grams, I couldn't flip no pounds

I keep coppin all these pints I either sell em or I sip em
Had to put the weed down, I hit it once and get the trippin
I'm glad I graduated school from all them classes I was skippin
We got booked on that road was in Kentucky when they flicked us

Was on the road at KY when the police boxed us in
Looked around at my nigga told him, take it to the chin
We got money to make bond then we back on the road doin it again
This road shit get real serious, I ain't tryna make no friends

I'm on the last round, you niggas got me feelin real dizzy
You ain't finna come lay up girl we finna get busy
Yeah im super lit when I pop out hoes flashin titties
When I wake up more den proud most hated in my city

I'm out the way, and you know I can't be fucked with
You niggas lame as hell I bet you still rockin trunk fit
Scammin to yo name you got no rank you ain't punchin
Vlone on my back I got no friends I don't trust shit

Sour dour ass niggas put the pape up in they face
Red and blue lights I can't stop cause I ain't fuckin with the jakes
This bitch mad for no reason now she wanna pull out mace
Niggas talkin bout some slidin at the end of yellow tape

Motor mouth ass nigga made him kiss the drac
Goin to the ATM banks and I don't show my face
Tried to sell a zip us i couldn't do it found another way
Opened up that Mac and bought a piece I gotta jack that day

If I need some drank im callin up my nigga Day
We don't do no yes mans nigga fuck what Simon say
Curry on my jersey steppin back and blow a nigga face
Niggas in the city down bad rockin fake bape

When lil bro get up off that juice he get to actin bad
My lil cousin actin like Tariq he tryna kill his dad
Back in school I ain't have no clothes i use to beg mcnab
My pops used to cook up in that kitchen but I'm not my dad

I do scams I can rob a bank and I ain't gotta touch it
Niggas talk like killers on the net but they ain't got no buckets
Bitch get out my house ain't tryna talk if you not gon suck it
Tryna slide down this block and flip the whip that's a four piece nugget

In Kentucky wit a freak she tryna give me wild cat
Sam he gotta missin screw he out there fishin for a hat
Get to dumpin at his dreads I'll turn this fitted to a snap
Set a trap on a troll I'ma leave him where he at

I really think about changin my ways I'm finna fix my gap
Deleting all my social media all you niggas be cap
I made her turn her phone off you can't put me on no app
I ain't tryna do no bendin with y'all nigga y'all be rats