Number Foe - Road Runner Lyrics

      

Road Runner
by Number Foe

Intro
Laser got the juice
Ayo, Dan, run it back
Yeah, run it up, Lando (Run it up, Lando)

Chorus
Stuck in my dumb ass ways
They wanna see me boxed up like a tape or a fade
They dropped they nuts and get slayed
If I ain't tappin' no heads, I'm servin' them J's
Squeeze on the trigger, don't pull it
I swing this bitch left to right like like you was road rage
Fly out the window, you foolish
That's what your dumbass get
You died from road rage
Chasin' these millions, road runner
Say he ain't scared of that fire and hit him with that thunder
South person drink and a bundle
Call me a one stop shop, I got it, you want it
Still on this get back for Wonkie
Nah, I can't smoke Butter Ball, he taste a lil' funny
Die, passed in front of your honor
No, I'm not livin' illegal, I rap for this money

Verse
They make me mad, I'ma crush 'em
No, I can't go back and forth, that make me a suspect
You showin' guns, where your money?
These niggas wakin' up mad because they a junkie
We put shit bags on stomachs
Change your colostomy bag, you smell a little funky
My gang spin till they dizzy
They keep puttin' bodies on us, but, bitch, we don't want 'em
Hop out the cut, he a goner
I heard his mammy was dead
Send him with his mama
Please don't involve me in drama
If we ain't shootin' our guns, don't dial my number
He sweet as some cake, funnel
Don't deal with feminine ways, you must be a punk?
Squeezin' my trigger, karma
Or, his ass dead
Either way, he ain't no problem
Send the mug, let T-Street rob him
Switch on the chopper came from Shawn, killed probably
Walk in my show where it switch because I'm the artist
Run at the door, shootin' at cars
These niggas stealin' my bars
Movin' my words around and makin' it sound garbage
Sixty one shots of this carbon
Nigga try me like Lil Migo and send him to God

Chorus
Stuck in my dumb ass ways
They wanna see me boxed up like a tape or a fade
They dropped they nuts and get slayed
If I ain't tappin' no heads, I'm servin' them J's
Squeeze on the trigger, don't pull it
I swing this bitch left to right like like you was road rage
Fly out the window, you foolish
That's what your dumbass get
You died from road rage
Chasin' these millions, road runner
Say he ain't scared of that fire and hit him with that thunder
South person drink and a bundle
Call me a one stop shop, I got it, you want it
Still on this get back for Wonkie
Nah, I can't smoke Butter Ball, he taste a lil' funny
Die, passed in front of your honor
No, I'm not livin' illegal, I rap for this money