Road Music lyrics

[Intro]
1800 for ya
What up 1800
What up wanski ghetto boy sh*t

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm on the hound with some sh*t that'll drop a horse
Went out of town on the 2nd, be back by the 4th
When it's up, we droppin sh*t, I don't go back and forth
Hard headed, I just snuck another strap in church
I sold a thousand grams of [?] before I rapped the verse
Cold hearted, [?] drop, we shooting at his herse
You'll never get the bust back, if we shoot at you first
Purple jean pockets deep as f*ck, why would I grab a perse?
Eh Wanski, where you at? I'm tryna grab a [?]
I'm noddin I drunk the red, but it was Ac at first
I can't even tell you what I did in the black forces
With the [?] blues to make a black [?]
Ain't no more drank the weed gone sh*t I'm a pop a perc
Got drunk, and let a random n*gga talk me out a verse
Dior shoes and louie vitton kicks it was Pradas first
Yeah that n*gga sprayed my crib up, but I shot him first

[Verse 2: Wanski]
How the f*ck you talking down on me, and his pockets hurt?
Say he hitting that road, he ain't got no work
I just poured up a light 3, 'bout to drop a perc
He ain't got no money, that sh*t gotta hurt
Me and Rio on some other sh*t, them hidin games get your brother hit
Say this sh*t a 10 had fun when I cut the sh*t
I could put a 1 on the [?] still gon' love this sh*t
[?] down the way, they [?] don't know my government
Drive the bag down myself and say f*ck it
Like they booked me for a show i just came for the money
n*ggas hit the road coming back wit nothing
Take 500 down the way come back wit 100
Bro say I'm trippin
Said I talk too much in my songs, but they don't listen
n*ggas sitting on y'all ass, while I'm in the kitchen whippin
Moncler for the coat its amiri for the denim
The price on my dope they ain't got no choice but get it