Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Road Runnin' , by - Lil Pete. Release date: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Road Runnin' |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that’s probably Tago |
| Gang, gang, gang, gang |
| Who are you to judge me? |
| You was not around when I was down and it was ugly |
| Yeah, gang, ayy |
| Who are you to judge me? |
| You was not around when I was down and it was ugly |
| All these 360 deals, labels tryna fuck me |
| Dawg lost trial, man, you know that shit touched me |
| Cold hearted killers in the trenches, you get lucky |
| To make it out |
| Had to get a passport to see what life about |
| 'Cause it can be a blessing, but it come with curses |
| Always keep it trill when I’m writing down these verses |
| Instagram cool, but she better in person |
| I just wanna hit then buy that bitch a Birkin |
| I been sippin' slime, got me slow, so I’m Perc-in' |
| Side bitch mad, feelings hurt 'cause she was lurkin' |
| Misinterpret the gang, you can meet your real rival |
| I’m a legend in my hood, something like I’m Michael |
| Pandora, Apple Music, streaming checks off Tidal |
| I been road running, road running |
| Lately I been road running, I been road running |
| See the opps, they catch a whole hundred, who hundred |
| Everybody think they know somethin', they don’t know nothin' |
| My days consist of me gettin' to a bag |
| Loyal to the soil, can’t forget about the past |
| Never in my feelings, I’m just always in a bag |
| Get it how you live if it’s good or it’s bad |
| Who are you to judge me? |
| She just wanna kick it like some rugby |
| She looked me in the face and said, «I love it when you touch me» |
| I’m in the trap, I’m catchin' plays, I hate it when she fuck with me |
| When I was growin' up, I felt alone like no one loved me |
| I took a hundred K I made from streaming and bought a hundred bags |
| I took another 50K from publishing, started a weed lab |
| My mama told me, «Son, please be careful 'cause these niggas jealous» |
| My daddy told me, «Son, when you leave the house, keep a weapon» |
| I send a pack through UPS, I think a worker intercepted it |
| I like my girls with good heads on their shoulders, you know, real intellegent |
| I’m burnin' on a brand new strain, I think the grower just invented it |
| My Carolina nigga text an addy so I quickly sent it |
| Niggas’ll fail you every time, they always on some dirty shit |
| Niggas snakes inside the grass, you know they on some lurkin' shit |
| I just bought a brand new Birkin just so I could catch some plays |
| And I pulled up and had served him fifty Gushers at the Days Inn |
| I been road running, road running |
| Lately I been road running, I been road running |
| See the opps, they catch a whole hundred, who hundred |
| Everybody think they know somethin', they don’t know nothin' |
| My days consist of me gettin' to a bag |
| Loyal to the soil, can’t forget about the past |
| Never in my feelings, I’m just always in a bag |
| Get it how you live if it’s good or it’s bad |