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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