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road runner - lil yachty 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 p*ssy 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
d*mn well, never seen a brick
i can’t f*ck with these p*ssy 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

- lil yachty lyrics

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