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yungmanny - the road lyrics

[chorus]
bag it come on, i got to go
pack up the bags and let’s go hit the road
i’m on the run, i’m ducking from the feds
these b+tch ass n+gga’s just won’t leave me alone
i got brother’s they (?) down the road
grab the sticks, let’s go
get the glock’s, ak’s, we gon tote them like a pole
stop, shop, get your gear, get supplies, hit the road
i still trap out the beach tree homes
she just won’t leave me ‘lone
feel like kobe but these ain’t no chief keef songs
they can’t win so the leave me ‘lone
but ima be here forever
baby girl i can promise it get better
ima be shooting like i’m chris withers
i’m with all the smoke b+tch, i’m with all the pressure

[verse 1]
i can teach you how to get it, how to flip it, i’m an expert
see ima pass it out the next swerve
chop it out the best western
ima walk down after church the lord is my chef
f&n hold 30 or better, or better
gta set it up like i’m lester, i’m lester
no pressure my dogs they gon shoot at whoever
hey but who got the light
she smashed all my bros like i’m choosing my fighter
yungmanny the best, n+gga who got the .9?
i got the chopper and i’m shooting like isis
i hit her from the back she said she got arthritis
i bet they gon go for the team ‘cause i’m famous
i don’t even know if them hoes even like me
watch me shoot out the kia
light it up like i’m freezer
smoke yo mans like some meat+a
got her moaning no lisa
kick her out like the lease+a
i only want you, i think i’m tryna see her
but if a n+gga can’t have your heart
then them p+ssy ass n+ggas can’t either
[chorus]
bag it come on, i got to go
pack up the bags and let’s go hit the road
i’m on the run, i’m ducking from the feds
these b+tch ass n+gga’s just won’t leave me alone
i got brother’s they (?) down the road
grab the sticks, let’s go
get the glock’s, ak’s, we gon tote them like a pole
stop, shop, get your gear, get supplies, hit the road
i still trap out the beach tree homes
she just won’t leave me ‘lone
feel like kobe but these ain’t no chief keef songs
they can’t win so the leave me ‘lone
but ima be here forever
baby girl i can promise it get better
ima be shooting like i’m chris withers
i’m with all the smoke b+tch, i’m with all the pressure

[verse 2]
call g star, he gon slide with that stick
blue tip’s on my gun, b+tch i feel like a new york crip
b+tch n+gga said he gon slide, l!ck
he a rapper, he cappin’, his rhymes, skip
that was yo gun, now it’s mines, b+tch
if i’m lying, i’m flying, then b+tch i ain’t taking no sip
slide in the uu, b+tch i ain’t taking no lyft
gta 5 how i’m taking your b+tch
polar express, i’m the golden ticket
i call my dog, i’m like “go get him”
freestyle sh+t, this ain’t ghost written
they can’t solve the case if he go missin’
corona virus, n+gga go sick him
ar+15 gon’ pop him like a perc
had to shoot at the angle n+gga like i’m kurt
.556’s hit him where it hurt
[verse 3]
she my lil baby, she holding my gun
these n+gga’s be folding that’s why i can’t front
baby girl, i’m just asking you to trust me
i give me last (?) if i like you
i only want you, i think i’m tryna see her
but if a n+gga can’t have your heart
then them p+ssy ass n+ggas can’t either

- yungmanny lyrics

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