Road Runner

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K Swoon

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Road runner right behind me is the 5.0 (Whoop whoop)
Narcotics on me like the narcos (Narcos)
We make it windy in the city like Chicago (Windy City)
Painting pictures got me feeling like Picasso (Picasso)
Walked in fresh rip to bankroll (Bankroll)
Got a baddie on me doing what I say so (Say so)
Seller man let it go for the low low (For the low low)
A lot of bands to perform at your hoco yeah (At ya hoco)
Skrtin off the lot is that 488 going fast you can hear it by the V12
NASCAR driving lil nigga except when I ride I drive with no seatbelt
Used to sell drugs on the stairwell
Shawty told me things I ain’t never felt
Told a couple secretes that I prolly should’ve kept
I’ve been moving weight but ain’t no barbells
I take to her to eat we at Papadeauxs
My mama would tell me they come and go
They hating on me cause my wrist froze
Keep making some millions and reach my goals
My patnas my riders they not gone fold
I been telling some stories that no one told
And you coming at me why you acting bold
And these Cartier bracelets they real gold
Imma problem cause nobody stopping me
I’ve been living my life like a prodigy
All my pockets like I hit the lottery
I been balling like I made the varsity
All my family is hired as faculty
You can’t find me you need a directory
I can call all the shots like a referee
I can send yo ass back like a refugee
And I’m blowing this kush out in Beijing
I’ll bake you lil nigga like baked beans
I’m making it happen I’m living dreams
My phone never stop it just ring ring
I ride through the bay with a bad ting
I’m watching my back cause they plotting
All these niggas they wishy washy
Bad lil vibe she calling me papi
Road runner right behind me is the 5.0
Narcotics on me like the narcos
We make it windy in the city like Chicago
Painting pictures got me feeling like Picasso
Walked in fresh rip to bankroll
Got a baddie on me doing what I say so
Seller man let it go for the low low
A lot of bands to perform at your hoco
I had plans that no nigga ever believed in
Now I’m Roddy Ricch balling every season
I got spicy sauce my name should be on seasonings
I hit her once and left that night and said good evening
I spray niggas down like some Lysol
Split the bread with the guys im on top dawg
I got too many hoes on a catalog
I can’t see through the fake like I’m Ray Charles
Nick cannon type life cause I’m wilding out
I’m chasing the money drive paper routes
My niggas would really come shake you down
You keep playing we treat you just like a clown, yeah

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