[Lyric] The Road (Trey Smoov)

[They don’t know what they think
They know
We been on and off
The road
Leave yo body
Free yo soul
Get that dough
Nigga get, this dough!]

Bitch I’m stacking cheese to the ceiling
I can’t stop till the top off
Riding with some years in the whip
Making Drop offs (foreal)
Niggas out here plotting
You don’t really want to pop off (Nah)
Cuz when I pop dog
Rest In Peace
Yea doggy gone
Niggas out here snitching
I can’t even speaking doggy bone
The facts speak for they self
Yea they know like shawty lo (they know)
Niggas get the bows and hit the road
Yea Adios
Fuck what they talking bout
I need the bread
And I’m serving the (huh)
Bitch you heard what I said
I ain’t wanna fuck yo bitch
She was twisting my dreads
I was sippin some red
Now she giving me head (Un)
If it ain’t bout gettin skrilla
Need to switch agendas
Had to stop fucking with niggas cuz I didn’t feel em
But I don’t hate on no nigga
I got different missions
Tryna ball in Detroit like a fucking Piston
Niggas selling Luke Kennard
And that Blake Griffin
Hold on (un)
I’m talking white
Don’t ask me for shit
Less you asking the price
Lil bitch know I’m rude
So she ask me to be nice
Shoot a nigga twice
Shit I wish I would waste my ammunition
12 30s or the drum I just slap the clip in
Lil nigga big guns
Kick back is Vicious
Cuz I know they tryna set me up
I had a premonition
I be spitting venom
Tryna kill em this a demolition
357 got that pole fuck a politician
Blicky, but the beam green
Like I’m wok’y sippin
Chain reactions high fashion
Bitch I’m Roddy Ricchin
I been the shit since a jit on the potty nigga
I came from nothing
Fast forward got a lot of riches
She said she don’t normally do this
Don’t lie to kick it
I’m not comfortable until I got a lotta chicken
(A lotta chicken
I’m not comfortable
Until I got a lotta chicken.)