RoadRunner by ProfitBwoy Lyrics
I'm too quick for these niggas
God Damn I'm to sick on these niggas
Clique getting cheese like Ritz on these niggas
And I'm in and out the bank I gotta grip on these niggas
I'm number one and I ain't tryna brag
Gotta hella flows like the Bwoy playing tag
If this shit was a race that's on me you'll get dragged
Under my skin you gon fade like a scab
I pay the the tab
Here go the gag
Lotta broke Bwoys saying I'm in my bag
Or these scary ass niggas saying I'm with the shits
Can't speak on it couple bands off a lick
Now I'm in a city where I ain't gotta wait
And my last hometown had a different type of hate
Understand I'ma be a different type of great
Now I'm RoadRunnin' with a pocket full of cake
I might be late
Make no mistake
Still the same nigga, flannel 8th to the face
Run to the money nigga I'm tryna skate
One thing that's for certain is fam gon be straight
Walk in the room I bet everyone watch me
Leap to the but can't nobody hop me
All around artist cause I wrote them
Better tighten up matter fact bite the dust bitch I road run
Thousand dollars on these clothes yeah
Ain't no price on these flows yeah
Surrounded by a hunnit hoes yeah
Nigga that's the way it goes yeah
X2
I'm the RoadRunner on that Meep Meep shit
Cause I bring the shit to life on some 3D shit
We can throw hands on that CP shit
Whole shit a classic on some C3 shit
Like Damn
Like why do I switch up from city to city
Why, this bitch freaky she showing her titties
Shit we getting litty
He mad cause he cannot fuck with me
They mad they ain't fucking with me
Man why the fuck these niggas envy
Damn Why my niggas eating plenty
Damn why these hoes hella friendly
Damn never back to pockets empty
Damn every move I make is trendy, now im getting entry, got em in a frenzy
Damn I been getting to it plenty
Thousand dollars on these clothes yeah
Ain't no price on these flows yeah
Surrounded by a hunnit hoes yeah
Nigga that's the way it goes yeah
(x4)
God Damn I'm to sick on these niggas
Clique getting cheese like Ritz on these niggas
And I'm in and out the bank I gotta grip on these niggas
I'm number one and I ain't tryna brag
Gotta hella flows like the Bwoy playing tag
If this shit was a race that's on me you'll get dragged
Under my skin you gon fade like a scab
I pay the the tab
Here go the gag
Lotta broke Bwoys saying I'm in my bag
Or these scary ass niggas saying I'm with the shits
Can't speak on it couple bands off a lick
Now I'm in a city where I ain't gotta wait
And my last hometown had a different type of hate
Understand I'ma be a different type of great
Now I'm RoadRunnin' with a pocket full of cake
I might be late
Make no mistake
Still the same nigga, flannel 8th to the face
Run to the money nigga I'm tryna skate
One thing that's for certain is fam gon be straight
Walk in the room I bet everyone watch me
Leap to the but can't nobody hop me
All around artist cause I wrote them
Better tighten up matter fact bite the dust bitch I road run
Thousand dollars on these clothes yeah
Ain't no price on these flows yeah
Surrounded by a hunnit hoes yeah
Nigga that's the way it goes yeah
X2
I'm the RoadRunner on that Meep Meep shit
Cause I bring the shit to life on some 3D shit
We can throw hands on that CP shit
Whole shit a classic on some C3 shit
Like Damn
Like why do I switch up from city to city
Why, this bitch freaky she showing her titties
Shit we getting litty
He mad cause he cannot fuck with me
They mad they ain't fucking with me
Man why the fuck these niggas envy
Damn Why my niggas eating plenty
Damn why these hoes hella friendly
Damn never back to pockets empty
Damn every move I make is trendy, now im getting entry, got em in a frenzy
Damn I been getting to it plenty
Thousand dollars on these clothes yeah
Ain't no price on these flows yeah
Surrounded by a hunnit hoes yeah
Nigga that's the way it goes yeah
(x4)