EN ROUTE lyrics

[Intro: Oblè Reed]
So then I said, "He said 'Gaslighting don't exist, it's a made up thing, you crazy'" you know what I'm sayin'?
Bro, please! Get your radio under control!
Causing a ruckus here! (Ah!)
'Ight, now turn it up

[Verse 1: Oblè Reed]
Uh, O deliver like it's fine wine, but it's prime time, get your pride in order
That's a line drive for the limelight
Like the Sprite cam, we got 1-Up on ya
If we talking whips and then you flexing yours, I bet the masters got you, and the flashing got you
But my 10 cents tints leave your Benz, running back like we was starting over
En routе, on Français
Got like ten Franks with the trunk spacе
Save your two cents and your worst wishes
That's like throwing pennies into Pompeii
Tried to tell me that the engine lighting and the tire pressure was a bad thing
But I'm reading all the signs backwards like I'm speeding wrong way on a one way
Who, shee!
Baby, don't pop my wheelie!
Baby, don't lose your spirit!
Said I'm gon' lose my head, oh well!
Guess I won't have no ceiling, guess I don't need no steering
She be askin' "You serious?"
ETA, man, we cheerin'
Tryna get drunk like curious
Feel like The Fast and the– nahh!
Universe be my confidant, the speed bumps what I'm chomping on
I feel like Teez touch down in an awkward spot
Like how flying, and you drive, you the guy, and you up, but your pockets not?
Full speed through the coffee shop
We don't stop for the caf', ain't no cattle block
We don't step off the gas like a peddle locked
When we arrive from the drive, we gon' see who settled now
[Bridge: Sol ChYld and Oblè Reed]
Uh, yeah
I'm spittin', uh, spitting, uh (n*gga )
b*tch, move fast, I'm spitting, wait
Fast lane, b*tch, I'm spitting, wait (Huh! )
Fast lane, b*tch, I'm spent, move out the way, woo, woo! Spitting (Ooh! )
b*tch, I'm in, uh, spitting, yeah (Yeah )
b*tch, we f*cking, we spitting
Look, we–, uh, we spitting
Uh, look, uh

[Verse 2: Sol ChYld]
Pour another glass for my n*ggas in the Southside
Stuck in a rock and a hard place
Ain't no potholes on my lifeline
I don't check rear views, seafood plate, me coup' by Tuesday, see new ways
Motherf*ckers tryna f*ck up my day
Switching out lanes, knew I had a tire, but I'm on the way, b*tch, I'm on the– Mmm
Peddle to the metal, microphone on kettle corn, how this sh*t gon' pop
Shuffle my way out a ditch in the hood, made Grandmama proud, on God
I just need at least three recool, retreat, re-tweet, relocate next week
No p*ssed out motherf*cker good on sleep
I'm good on time, my sh*t don't stop, my sh*t don't– Uh
[???] while I paid my entourage, them n*ggas is in-house
I need a Billy b*tch outside of the penthouse
Just give me some years, I can't break down
Build fort strong, the run ain't long, the time I'm on
b*tch, move out the way, the sirens on
Build don't Ford, the fit(?) don't strong, there's more up the way, my sirens on, uh (Uh)
[Outro: Sol ChYld]
b*tch, I'm spittin'
Sway, sway, we spitting
b*tch, move out the way, we spitting
Uh, crash course, b*tch, we spitting, uh
Move out the way, we spitting, uh
Woo, woo! Sirens on spin, uh, yeah, uh-uh, spin
Yeah