Road Runner lyrics

[Hook] x2
Counting money while I'm driving wit my left knee
Laugh in any n*gga face if he can press me
Imma take his AP if he test me
The Lord & this 40 gone protect me


[Verse 1: 4L JAVI]
You backed out when it got sticky
Bro bro on his ass wit 4 Nicky
I ain't wanna take his b*tch cause I'm picky
He think he fly he still on them di*kies
Really keep it genuine
I can be a gentleman
Let her be feminine
Rubbing on my melanin
Let these n*ggas talk behind me
But be quiet when they find me
A lot of speculations but the rumors don't define me
All that sh*t talkin' made her wanna choose up
Eyes on another b*tch that's why she throwin' 2's up
She like the carpet upstairs so our shoes up
I'm lucky I work hard for what I got
My ambition worth more than I bought
I dream bigger than you n*ggas by alot
They can't do what I do, I got em hot
[Hook] x2
Counting money while I'm driving wit my left knee
Laugh in any n*gga face if he can press me
Imma take his AP if he test me
The Lord & this 40 gone protect me

[Verse 2: Pumppfake]
Cartiers on my face let me see through they lies
Panoramic views inside the wraith when she give me face time
Mama raised a dog, I was raised a K9
Presidential when I walk and my rollie face down
My shooter like the judge, jury and he play God
Shoot these n*ggas like Boston, this Glock a Rajon
I'm like Melo in a hoodie or the backpack on Draymond
My b*tch smell like money
My tennis chain bussin'
Been around this block, I feel like KD on the Thunder
Got it off the muscle
My whole gang really wit the business, from the struggle
For these gold chains that sh*t blood, it made me humble
He ain't really what I'm on, i'm too untouchable
Doing 100 on the interstate
Brodie brought the pole in this b*tch, we stickin' n*ggas up for Ben Franks

[Hook] x2
Counting money while I'm driving wit my left knee
Laugh in any n*gga face if he can press me
Imma take his AP if he test me
The Lord & this 40 gone protect me