Lyrics On The Road - Chezi, Los

On The Road

Cashed the check I feel employed
I flipped the pack just doubled back now we in Illinois
A plane crashed I’m sittin' here annoyed
I did the dash just had to flee the task, fuck the boys
See all this glass it got ugly for 'em
Just touched down in the country like I’m in the
(chill)
I thought you bussin' sales, it ain’t even that
(lame)
Niggas called back, tryna say it’s short
In my head I know you’re just tryna get a lil' more
Bring it back, we can drop it on the scale
But imma take some, stay off my phone with them games bruh
Slicin' turkeys up, put 'em in sandwich bags
Plus I got tickets for th oil, like I’m Arab
Probably catch me bussin sales out in
I’m a hustlr I don’t get the money patiently
(real talk nigga)
Look good but it was trash I had to take the loss
You niggas soft body, epsom salt
(hey)
I’m on the road wit it
(cmon)
, you ain’t never rode wit it
(yeah)
You woulda told wit it, cause you a hoe nigga
(you a bitch)
I’m on the road wit it, you ain’t never rode wit it
(never)
You woulda told wit it, cause you a hoe nigga
You ain’t never rode wit it, no stash spot
Bitch I’m a cold nigga, I take the back route
24/7 nigga 7 days a week
Started off with 28 I turned that bitch to a key
I’m tryna make something shake, then run it up that’s all I know
Real dope sales, trailer park, the corner store
Trap house, the crack house
Nigga I was knee deep, yeah I rap now
Yeah I’m Frisco wit it, chill chill nigga
Remained solid never told on a nigga
Like Master P it ain’t no limit
Aye, got the bag and got on the road wit it nigga