Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Road Rage, artist - D Smoke. Date of issue: 22.09.2021
Song language: English
Road Rage |
| Tryin' to, nigga, this motherfucker won’t start |
| Nigga, we finna get caught, nigga, bullshit |
| Come on, God damn it |
| Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck (Yeah, yeah) |
| I’m takin' up both lanes, nigga, this road rage |
| Fuck lookin' both ways |
| Billion miles an hour on your pavement |
| The streets is ours, the aves and boulevards |
| The fuck you know about foreign cars and |
| I pull up in shit you ain’t never seen before |
| Move, bitch |
| Buckle up the baby for this new shit |
| Sober, 'bout to risk it all except my dick and balls, uh |
| Fuck it, let’s go live, nigga, hit record, uh |
| Speedin' past fried chicken and liquor stores, uh |
| Ivadin' your turf like a conquistador, ha |
| Ain’t worrd 'bout the damages, so bill us |
| Send bandags or ambulance, can’t handle my gorillas |
| Advantages I managed to leverage and clue my connection of savages |
| That’s mannish and ready to handle business |
| Suffer a torn meniscus for fuckin' actin' pretentious (I swear) |
| Mm, better check my credentials |
| I’m stuck in a world where ligaments get ruptured on road to riches |
| In a place where they take anything but pictures |
| I’m takin' up both lanes, nigga, this that road rage |
| Fuck lookin' both ways |
| A billion miles an hour on your pavement |
| You see, the streets is ours, the aves and boulevards |
| What the fuck you know about foreign cars and |
| I pull up in shit you ain’t never seen before |
| Move, bitch |
| Buckle up the baby for this new trip |
| Pull up in unison like hooligans, you know, by the motorcade |
| Yellin' shit out the window, this ain’t Nintendo, you niggas think it’s a game |
| Try not to cut me off on the boulevard, it could turn into Pompeii |
| In Inglewood, I’m a sergeant, plus I’m an artist, graffiti on concrete (Man, |
| man, man) |
| Si tú me entiendes, te lo digo |
| Andar en mi zona, S.O.S., no más suicidio |
| Catch hands like the runna, a tu zona son dirigidos |
| Con una llamada, llegan cohetes, vatos, y primos |
| We go billion miles per hour across your time zones |
| We made it to diamonds, came from rhinestones |
| We’ll change your climate, get your mind blown |
| A penny for your thoughts, a fair exchange |
| I’m takin' up both lanes, nigga, this that road rage |
| Fuck lookin' both ways |
| A billion miles an hour on your pavement |
| You see, the streets is ours, the aves and boulevards |
| What the fuck you know about foreign cars and |
| I pull up in shit you ain’t never seen before |
| Move, bitch |
| Buckle up the baby for this new trip |
| Bom-bom-bom-bom |
| I’ma take a ride through the hills |
| Hop up on the 405, traffic standstill |
| Go the wrong way, I play by my rules |
| Only one way on mine |
| Switch lanes when I gotta |
| Zip up to 100 when I run up |
| Self-made in these strees |
| Road rage in these streets |
| I’m takin' up both lanes, nigga, this that road rage |
| These motherfuckers can’t drive, I swear I’m gon' chalk all them (Hahaha) |
| Baby, guess who I seen today |
| Now don’t get mad (Who?) |
| D Smoke |
| Psh, ahh, this nigga D Smoke |
| Everybody’s talkin' 'bout D Smoke |
| Who is this nigga? |
| You ain’t never heard of D Smoke? |
| Psh, man, he be fuckin', you know |
| He— first he talkin' Spanish and |
| Then he tryna lead the masses and |
| Next thing you know he with the gangsters, like |
| What is he really on? |
| You sound like a hater |
| Ayy, man, I just need that nigga to keep it real |
| Real? |
| Have you heard his music? |
| Hell nah, I don’t need to |
| I just mind my business |