Road Runner lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Remember, used to ride around in the Toyota
Had to keep the sh*t a hundred, like four quarters
Lookin’ for me? You can find me on the sixth flight
f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga, that’s the headquarters
City runnin’ with the gang, straight loitering
(*Earl On The Beat Tag*)
And yo’ b*tch upset cause of her boyfriend
I popped the n*gga ass, like a soda can
Keep talkin’ down, I’ll turn into the [?]
f*ck around and put your family on a search mission
n*ggas talkin’ down like Rocky, fell off on his pimpin’
Six chains, got me ballin’ like I’m Scottie Pippin’
I’m a muf*ckin’ rockstar, like Led Zeplin
Got some bloods on my right, screamin’ “Soo-Woo”
Got some colors on my left that be heavy cripin’

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Got my money on my mind and I need that sh*t [?]
All my b*tches come in three though (Three though)
Roll blunts up like burritos (Yeah)
Stomp a n*gga out quick, if he talk down on the gang
b*tch, it’s Yachty, I’m insane and everybody know my name
I been road runnin’ (Aye, aye), I been searchin’ for the guap
f*ck that b*tch off top, cause all these b*tches stupid thots
All my n*ggas ride for Yachty, cause they know how I boss (Yeah)
It won’t cost no cost, f*ck n*gga, to get your ass knocked off (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Hear-ye, hear-ye, b*tch
I been gettin’ purple for the free, b*tch (For real)
I’m the king of flippin’, most these n*ggas trippin’
If I hit the first night, best believe I’m dippin’ (For real)
I ain’t know her name, but I f*cked her face (Nah)
Got the crowd cheerin’, like I’m Vinnie Chase (Okay)
I been youth preachin’, like a young Mase (Okay)
I been poppin’ flats, since the tenth grade (For real)
I been street moppin’, like a big parade (For real)
And my brother Guapo, tote the AK (Yeah)
He be blooded out, through his f*ckin’ scalp
For young RD, aimin’ at ya snot (Unh)
Lil Yachty, I’m a pain
Drop a Glock, tote a throat, slicin’ money countin’ motherf*cker
All you n*ggas love to hate
I’m a rich kid, like that n*gga skate
Never pillow talkin’, say it to your face
Real dubber just walked in the place
Bangin’ NAZ, SKT, in ya face
And my main b*tch, she don’t use mase
She just let it spray (Brrd)
Not one pus*y n*gga in my f*ckin’ circle (Nope)
Geeked up, like that n*gga Urkle
n*ggas love beefin’, if that sh*t virtual
All these n*ggas verbal
Lame n*gga, never tote the stick
Damn well, never seen a brick
I can’t f*ck with these pus*y n*ggas
These n*ggas sweet as a mufu-
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Got my money on my mind and I need that sh*t [?]
All my b*tches come in three though (Three though)
Roll blunts up like burritos (Yeah)
Stomp a n*gga out quick, if he talk down on the gang
b*tch, it’s Yachty, I’m insane and everybody know my name
I been road runnin’ (Aye, aye), I been searchin’ for the guap
f*ck that b*tch off top, cause all these b*tches stupid thots
All my n*ggas ride for Yachty, cause they know how I boss (Yeah)
It won’t cost no cost, f*ck n*gga, to get your ass knocked off (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Nued Maj]
Vacay n*gga, I don’t vacay, n*gga
Rap beef, hope in a safe place, n*gga
Cause I’m on like some muf*ckin’ KK, n*gga
Put your body in a muf*ckin’ lake lil n*gga
Meet now, ain’t no mufckin’ wait lil n*gga
Watch yo’ mouth, what you muf*ckin’ say lil n*gga
New gang ain’t a muf*ckin’ game, lil n*gga
Castro, at yo’ neck, where the K, lil n*gga
Only worried if you’re my f*ckin bros
Hottest n*gga comin’ out the O’
Deny that sh*t like I ain’t f*ckin’ cold
Like you indigo without your Peli’ on
When I hit these b*tches, leave my celly on
I don’t trust no b*tch, she prolly done me wrong
Either RAF sh*t, or Saint Laurent
n*ggas steady hatin’, probably hit they broad