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2 breezy – back on road lyrics

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[chorus: 2 breezy]
back on road
i’m tryna get that money on go (go)
pour a four, i’m tryna go and get some more
at the show, open that sh+t up like a door
walkin’ up in the mall, only got one call (call)
on the low, with the flow, i’m back on road
get the money, fast, fast, ain’t no slow (fast)
rackin’ up to the top, yeah
f+ckin’ that b+tch on a yacht (yeah)
stuck in the house, no clock, yeah
doin’ that sh+t nonstop (nonstop)

[verse 1: 2 breezy]
i+65, 95, back on road
gettin’ that money, no fold
gotta stick with my dawgs we go (go)
rackin’ up money so fast that i can’t even count it no more (no more)
honor role, honor role, honor role (role)
sike b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck ‘bout school (nah)
pull up, go, pull up, go, pull up, go (yeah)
i can never mess with your ass, you ain’t got no flow (no flow)
real talk, you just gotta go (go, go)
ice on my neck and my wrist then i pull up in godd+mn coupe in that b+tch (b+tch)
gettin’ that money, that money on me, it’s growin’ like a motherf+ckin’ hit (yeah)
‘bout to start some sh+t, ‘bout to get real lit (real lit)
if the function lame, i’ma bounce like kick
back on road, back on road, back on road
comin’ up, that’s for sure, we on go (go, go)
back on road, back on road, back on road (ayy)
comin’ up, that’s for sure, we on go

[verse 2: kid kloudy]
look, i was down bad, lawyer fees had me broke as f+ck (d+mn)
i got back on the road, secured the pack and ran my money up (money)
plus i beat my case, i’m not gon’ lie, i almost did the race (free tay+k)
i was screamin’ f+ck the jake’s and f+ck the opps, this chop’ gon’ harlem shake
whole gang strapped with poles, (yeah) you movin’ grams, (yeah) we pushin’ stupid weights (yeah)
i can’t drop this bag up off my skate ‘cause my scale gon’ break (b+tch)
d+mn, my phone be thumpin’, servin’ custo’s, i swear i’m road runnin’ (meep, meep)
feds ain’t stoppin’ nothin’, raid the crib, but my trap spot still jumpin’
ayy, yeah, b+tch, my trap still jumpin’
i can beat your ass out, wet you up, or i call my cousin
that lil’ n+gga bustin’, if i ask him, he gon’ slap the drum in (rraw, rraw)
it ain’t no discussion, disrespect us, best believe we dumpin’
we make momma’s cry, that ain’t no lie, her son got suit and tied (b+tch)
all because the zip he took was mine and he threw off my grind (d+mn)
before you step into this life of crime, the thought
should cross your mind (what) that you don’t (ayy) always win (yeah) every time that you roll the dice

[verse 3: mayberryy]
i lit the fuse, i’ma let it explode (ayy)
me and all the bros, yeah, we back on road (back on road)
full clip, and i’m ‘bout to let it go (‘bout to let it go)
no, i ain’t ever gonna trust a ho (i can’t trust no ho)
i be standing tall, i ain’t ever gonna back down (ayy)
shorty want the d+ck, i’m about to blow her back out (ayy)
got me on the ropes but i’m never gonna tap out (nah)
breezy up on cloud 9, chillin’ in the trap house (you know it, ayy)
get the check, now i’m boutta go and cash out (bling)
i be gettin’ faded ‘til i’m ‘bout to black out (ayy)
ayy, pull up to your block through the back route
(pull up, pull up)
i be rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ like a shopping cart
pull up to the spot, i got next like it’s my park
why you tryna hate, why you always tryna act hard
got the courage, i’ma make it so i’m ‘bout to get far
i be ballin’, david johnson like a 5+star

[chorus: 2 breezy]
back on road
i’m tryna get that money on go (go)
pour a four, i’m tryna go and get some more
at the show, open that sh+t up like a door
walkin’ up in the mall, only got one call (call)