lil yachty - road runner lyrics
[verse 1: lil yachty]
remember, used to ride around in the toyota
had to keep the sh_t a hundred, like four quarters
lookin’ for me? you can find me on the sixth flight
f_ck n_gga, f_ck n_gga, that’s the headquarters
city runnin’ with the gang, straight loitering
(_earl on the beat tag_)
and yo’ b_tch upset cause of her boyfriend
i popped the n_gga ass, like a soda can
keep talkin’ down, i’ll turn into the [?]
f_ck around and put your family on a search mission
n_ggas talkin’ down like rocky, fell off on his pimpin’
six chains, got me ballin’ like i’m scottie pippin’
i’m a muf_ckin’ rockstar, like led zeplin
got some bloods on my right, screamin’ “soo_woo”
got some colors on my left that be heavy cripin’
[chorus: lil yachty]
got my money on my mind and i need that sh_t [?]
all my b_tches come in three though (three though)
roll blunts up like burritos (yeah)
stomp a n_gga out quick, if he talk down on the gang
b_tch, it’s yachty, i’m insane and everybody know my name
i been road runnin’ (aye, aye), i been searchin’ for the guap
f_ck that b_tch off top, cause all these b_tches stupid thots
all my n_ggas ride for yachty, cause they know how i boss (yeah)
it won’t cost no cost, f_ck n_gga, to get your ass knocked off (yeah)
[verse 2: lil yachty]
hear_ye, hear_ye, b_tch
i been gettin’ purple for the free, b_tch (for real)
i’m the king of flippin’, most these n_ggas trippin’
if i hit the first night, best believe i’m dippin’ (for real)
i ain’t know her name, but i f_cked her face (nah)
got the crowd cheerin’, like i’m vinnie chase (okay)
i been youth preachin’, like a young mase (okay)
i been poppin’ flats, since the tenth grade (for real)
i been street moppin’, like a big parade (for real)
and my brother guapo, tote the ak (yeah)
he be blooded out, through his f_ckin’ scalp
for young rd, aimin’ at ya snot (unh)
lil yachty, i’m a pain
drop a glock, tote a throat, slicin’ money countin’ motherf_cker
all you n_ggas love to hate
i’m a rich kid, like that n_gga skate
never pillow talkin’, say it to your face
real dubber just walked in the place
bangin’ naz, skt, in ya face
and my main b_tch, she don’t use mase
she just let it spray (brrd)
not one p_ssy n_gga in my f_ckin’ circle (nope)
geeked up, like that n_gga urkle
n_ggas love beefin’, if that sh_t virtual
all these n_ggas verbal
lame n_gga, never tote the stick
d_mn well, never seen a brick
i can’t f_ck with these p_ssy n_ggas
these n_ggas sweet as a mufu_
[chorus: lil yachty]
got my money on my mind and i need that sh_t [?]
all my b_tches come in three though (three though)
roll blunts up like burritos (yeah)
stomp a n_gga out quick, if he talk down on the gang
b_tch, it’s yachty, i’m insane and everybody know my name
i been road runnin’ (aye, aye), i been searchin’ for the guap
f_ck that b_tch off top, cause all these b_tches stupid thots
all my n_ggas ride for yachty, cause they know how i boss (yeah)
it won’t cost no cost, f_ck n_gga, to get your ass knocked off (yeah)
[verse 3: nued maj]
vacay n_gga, i don’t vacay, n_gga
rap beef, hope in a safe place, n_gga
cause i’m on like some muf_ckin’ kk, n_gga
put your body in a muf_ckin’ lake lil n_gga
meet now, ain’t no mufckin’ wait lil n_gga
watch yo’ mouth, what you muf_ckin’ say lil n_gga
new gang ain’t a muf_ckin’ game, lil n_gga
castro, at yo’ neck, where the k, lil n_gga
only worried if you’re my f_ckin bros
hottest n_gga comin’ out the o’
deny that sh_t like i ain’t f_ckin’ cold
like you indigo without your peli’ on
when i hit these b_tches, leave my celly on
i don’t trust no b_tch, she prolly done me wrong
either raf sh_t, or saint laurent
n_ggas steady hatin’, probably hit they broad
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