Reader & Writer lyrics

[Intro]
(FreshDuzIt)

[Chorus]
Brought my reader and my writer on the road with me (Road with me)
Yesterday I bought a brand new strap and it hold fifty
n*gga try to take something, I'ma give his ass the whole 50 (Brrt)
A n*gga's b*tch just called my phone like, "Baby, can I hold fifty?"
Run this sh*t up on my own, you n*ggas wasn't on the road with me
Street n*gga made a half a million off a laptop
Beat my uncle ass 'cause I caught him smokin' crack rocks (Crack rocks)
Gave your b*tch backshots (Backshots)
n*ggas better run soon as they hear the strap pop (Brrt)
Put a new beam on my chop like it's Black Ops (Bow)
Swipin' these cards everyday, a n*gga can't stop
Wait 'til this tape drop
Pourin' up straight drop
Got a Gucci headband on like AI
I just popped ten Percs and I ain't high (Damn)

[Verse 1]
I just met up with my plug just to buy a new handgun (What up?)
Drove two hours, bought a burnout Samsung
And I bought some gift cards
And I bought a TV
Tired of my b*tch, keep sayin' she wanna leave me (b*tch)
I ain't never going broke again like 3Three (3Three)
And the feds just dropped my case for identity theft
Too busy gettin' money, I ain't tryna have sex
Too busy gettin' money, I ain't gotta get a job
Do the dash on the cops, turn my sh*t on sports mode (Skrrt)
Got a text from the plug sayin', "Send a big load"
Up need a few pots, he whippin' on a big stove (Stove)
Gotta stash all the sh*t when a n*gga hit the road (Road)
Cause the sh*t gon' get sold
Couple b*tch n*ggas told
Couple b*tch n*ggas snitched
I'm just tryna get rich
Why your ho around me? n*gga, grab your b*tch
Think they tryna set the plan, I'm 'bout to grab my stick (Damn)
[Chorus]
Brought my reader and my writer on the road with me
Yesterday I bought a brand new strap and it hold fifty
n*gga try to take something, I'ma give his ass the whole 50
A n*gga's b*tch just called my phone like, "Baby, can I hold fifty?" (Hello?)
Run this sh*t up on my own, you n*ggas wasn't on the road with me
Street n*gga made a half a million off a laptop (Laptop)
Beat my uncle ass 'cause I caught him smokin' crack rocks (Damn)
Gave your b*tch backshots
n*ggas better soon as they hear the strap pop
Put a new beam on my chop like it's Black Ops (Bow)
Swipin' these cards everyday, a n*gga can't stop
Wait 'til this tape drop
Pourin' up straight drop
Got a Gucci headband on like AI
I just popped ten Percs and I ain't high (Damn)

[Verse 2]
Got a couple hologram scannable IDs
Get a VPN just to switch my IP
And I get half off with IKEA
I'm so blowed, boy, I can't see ya
And I feel just like John Cena
Your b*tch asked could she hit my reefer
Got to Kony, get a pita
Fake ID, my name is Peter
Your b*tch a f*ckin' leecher
[Chorus]
Brought my reader and my writer on the road with me (Road with me)
Yesterday I bought a brand new strap and it hold fifty
n*gga try to take something, I'ma give his ass the whole 50 (Brrt)
A n*gga's b*tch just called my phone like, "Baby, can I hold fifty?"
Run this sh*t up on my own, you n*ggas wasn't on the road with me
Street n*gga made a half a million off a laptop
Beat my uncle ass 'cause I caught him smokin' crack rocks (Crack rocks)
Gave your b*tch backshots (Backshots)
n*ggas better soon as they hear the strap pop (Brrt)
Put a new beam on my chop like it's Black Ops (Bow)
Swipin' these cards everyday, a n*gga can't stop
Wait 'til this tape drop
Pourin' up straight drop
Got a Gucci headband on like AI
I just popped ten Percs and I ain't high (Damn)