I'm too quick for these niggas

God Damn I'm to sick on these niggas

Clique getting cheese like Ritz on these niggas

And I'm in and out the bank I gotta grip on these niggas

I'm number one and I ain't tryna brag

Gotta hella flows like the Bwoy playing tag

If this shit was a race that's on me you'll get dragged

Under my skin you gon fade like a scab

I pay the the tab

Here go the gag

Lotta broke Bwoys saying I'm in my bag

Or these scary ass niggas saying I'm with the shits

Can't speak on it couple bands off a lick

Now I'm in a city where I ain't gotta wait

And my last hometown had a different type of hate

Understand I'ma be a different type of great

Now I'm RoadRunnin' with a pocket full of cake

I might be late

Make no mistake

Still the same nigga, flannel 8th to the face

Run to the money nigga I'm tryna skate

One thing that's for certain is fam gon be straight

Walk in the room I bet everyone watch me

Leap to the but can't nobody hop me

All around artist cause I wrote them

Better tighten up matter fact bite the dust bitch I road run

Thousand dollars on these clothes yeah

Ain't no price on these flows yeah

Surrounded by a hunnit hoes yeah

Nigga that's the way it goes yeah

X2

I'm the RoadRunner on that Meep Meep shit

Cause I bring the shit to life on some 3D shit

We can throw hands on that CP shit

Whole shit a classic on some C3 shit

Like Damn

Like why do I switch up from city to city

Why, this bitch freaky she showing her titties

Shit we getting litty

He mad cause he cannot fuck with me

They mad they ain't fucking with me

Man why the fuck these niggas envy

Damn Why my niggas eating plenty

Damn why these hoes hella friendly

Damn never back to pockets empty

Damn every move I make is trendy, now im getting entry, got em in a frenzy

Damn I been getting to it plenty

Thousand dollars on these clothes yeah

Ain't no price on these flows yeah

Surrounded by a hunnit hoes yeah

Nigga that's the way it goes yeah

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