Roads

(X10)

Look, yo

Yo, look

Back then I was wearing hand me down kicks

Now I walk in showrooms droppin' 20 on a whip

I ain't stuntin' for no chick, I'm flyin' 20's out this bitch

I've got panoramic views, German pedals touch my kicks

One shoe box ain't fitting all my P's in

Four pipes on my whip, pops when I'm speedin'

Make Leah turn the kettle on and pattern up the eatin'

Half a brizzy and a Nina til' it's done up, I ain't leavin'

Z by Z, lock it into 1, shot it peb by peb

Re up on a Z of Cali, smoke it head by heads

I ain't hearing what ***** said cah' his bredrin's ****

Yo, look

20 band in wraps, that's a lot of core shit

That'll only last a week with the whip in sport

You're trappin' out your girls whip with a lot of talk

Shit, I'm trappin' out a V6 with a lot of torque

Cats don't call Frank, they need me when they feel ill

It's like I can't stay still, I'm tryna run me up a mill

When I reach that, shit another line be gettin' built

I could never kick a ball, could sell crack in the hills

Sell crack to my dad, that shit give me chills

Done been stackin' dough, I don't trap for the thrill

I've got rats vac packed, not the ones gettin' through

I've got pounds in the passy while' I'm wobblin' the coupe

Pyrex smashed, lost a Z had me pissed off

I was sellin' crack with glass in the mixture

It still set right, so it still got licked off

If the bricks open, send it back to where it's from

Yo, I don't cop Loubs, rude boy I cop sticks

You was chasing a bitch, I was aiming for bricks

Same chick you're buying steaks gives me brains in the whip

Soon as my phone rings shorty's gettin' ditched

This Cali's got me lookin' fluent in Mandarin

400 break, Police would be mad to spin

AAnd I've got a hundred pebbles with me, double wrapped in cling

Made 50 racks out my nanas sink

Break bricks down like Mr Miyagi

Five in the same place, got shots lookin' skatty

Christmas day, new years I was out there gettin' trappy

Only time I'm pullin' over if my mothers in the passy

Yo, I thought a bitch broke my heart til' I lost my G

Last time I seen him, dropped a pack on him, said that's on me

I push weight, I couldn't care bout a calorie

They say I look sucked but my pockets lookin' fat to me

Went from bagging up weed, now I'm whippin' up blow

In N' out them flats, I don't slip, I've got my Rambo

You was chasing a bitch, I wanted to be Pablo

Tryna be like Nines, off the ends like Church road (Yo)

No O's in the crib, not a kid no more

Bro gets what he wants, whipped or raw

You can't ask me for that, I'll charge you a touch more

Gordon Ramsay ain't on shit, my cooks lockin' up jaws

Mums tellin' me I need to change how I live

Every other day I'm buying blades for the crib

Cah' my shank games cra', push it straight in your ribs

Burnt clothes on clothes G, I'm done buying drip