nique got-it - on tour lyrics
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road
back on the road hopin ion miss my next flight
seen a state trooper still ditched the red light
got sum 30 sum thousand in 20’s if sh+t go left my head right
we gon shop when we land, told my b+tch to pack light
fresh off a flight got jet lag
got a better price come match that
i was down in the a but i’m back in the bay
honey backwoods kd to the face
glock 26 on me ion got no safety
run through the bag ion got no patience
i add to the stash by the thousands
these n+ggas ain’t got no paper
just left the d i’m omw to atlanta
my flight attendant she look like she spanish
got my jewelry on i’m takin avantage
she lookin at me cuz think i’m a rapper
she really don’t know i be wrappin and packin
i played my role continued the actin
b+tches be foul they really be hackin
before i get hot, gotta take down the dragon
now i’m back to the skee where i left off
sk rip a b+tch n+gga chest off
fresh off the press passing out testers
let em know who got the best dog
i’m flyer than a plane get flew over
n+ggas light f+ck around and get blew over
now i’m back in my bag runnin up racks
one shot no do overs
i’m back on the road (back on the road)
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road (back on the road)
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road (back on the road)
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road
had to flip me a load
had to get me some pros again
go from city to city we back on tour again
had to book me a flight this sh+t on the floor again
and i had to get right ain’t goin back broke again
omw to a show after that do a feature
i’m fresh af like i walked out the cleaners
drippin in gucci my b+tch black as kesha
the one starred in belly not none of these skeezers
let bro run the trap cuz i know it’s convenient
wats the sense of gettin money yo brother ain’t eatin
throw the pack to myself quarterback and receiver
cut off they arms, these n+ggas can’t reach us
all of these keys i lock the door
if i win or lose that’s my control
my prices cheap like i’m 5 and below
i’m charging them 55 a bow
she got on dior but she popped and smoked
i got good heart wit a toxic soul
make reservations at pappadeaux
sold a verse and p na it’s time to go
i was just in ny wit the dips
shoot trips wit em brick wit my b+tch
dior bag match my kicks
they k!lled bro i ain’t been right since
so a n+gga gotta ride wit the bl!ck
sum like a blind man cuz i ride wit the stick
got a 100 grams of b+tter finna hit my grits
i’m turnt i ain’t been broke since
finna head back to cali i’m smokin on cali
i’m high as a b+tch
givenchy my shirt givenchy my kicks
i’m flea i’m fly as a b+tch
f+ck around and get shot in this b+tch
cuz i snuck my glock in this b+tch
got me feeling like pac in this b+tch
n+gga it’s a thug life til a n+gga get rich yea
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road
i’m back on the road again
i’m back on the road
had to flip me a load
had to get me some pros again
go from city to city
we back on tour again
had to book me a flight
this sh+t on the floor again
and i had to get right
ain’t goin back broke again
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