Текст песни Road Running - Kalan.FrFr. , Maka

Road Running I was trynna get my bag right
Yeah, Aye
Road Running I was trynna get my bag right
Young nigga I'm the king of the fast life
Got a stick on me like I'm walking with a flashlight
Trynna get my cash right
I'll be there every night
Sip codeine, I got lean in my cup
Dripped in sauce, and blue strips on my bucks
And ran it up for my team and my blood
Broke the bank with my cuhs
It don shown who you was
I been through the struggle came from nothing and I mean that
East side on 94 nigga I bleed that
I'm really grinding through the song, I hope you see that
And I got that work so baby holla if you need that
Thug walking so I lean when I drip
Pimp talking I got rings on my fists
Breadwinner, fly nigga I'm the shit
If she ain't got them strips
Ima break it out yo bitch
You said you were breaking the bank tonight
She can't fall in love with that gangsta life
Cause you ain't fucking with my day one niggas
They been up and down that road
I'm married to the game
And bitch we trynna up that po
I had to switch lanes
My old lane was moving slow
And all my niggas TTG
They hot heads and trained to go
And I ain't in that bitch if I can't step in with my bros
Im married to the game
I'm 2 stepping to my goals
I ain't never love these bitches
I aint cuffing on no hoe
And if they ever touch my money
Kick that bitch up out the door
And every time I'm on, you know I grind for my shit
And every time I leave the crib I ride with a stick
And every time I lay her on her back
I be pulling on her tracks
Told lil momma don't you hide from the dick

I was down and on my ass, I had to go run up a check
Now every time you see a nigga, I got diamonds on my neck
Five thousand on some Gucci, bitch Im fucking up a fit
And yo bitch be on my line, all she wanna eat is dick
Young nigga and Im rich yeah
Flex on a bitch
Yeah I take her on a trip
Young nigga trick tricks
Used to wait to match a wood, now I smoke it by the zip
I be riding by my lonely, but I keep it on my hip aye
Whole lotta drip, lotta clothes, lotta kicks
Niggas don't want smoke, lotta poles, lotta sticks
Bitches on my dick, cause Im young and Im rich
Aint no doo-doo on my name, I don't fold, I don't switch
I just bought another chain, ooh I know I make 'em sick
This a Jag not a Range, it's a R it ain't basic
When yo bitch play my song in the whip I know you hate it
They treat me like Im famous
And I aint even made it
Pimp shit, running through your bitch, yeah that's mando
Young nigga run through these bands, in my bag tho
TwoFR got this shit lit, like a candle
Niggas want beef, I send shots like Im Rambo
Picnic fit, two G's on my sandals
Five-fifety-five, for an Off-White flannel
Rock bands bitch, big drums no banjos
Riding through the shits, playing school me like Nano
I be the realest of niggas, you know I be killing these niggas
Yeah, yeah
And they don't be keeping it real, so I don't be feeling you niggas
Yeah, yeah
I just be chilling my nigga, you know I be getting it nigga
Yeah, yeah
And up them digits my nigga, and fuck on they bitches my nigga
Like yeah, yeah, yeah