on the road - young segzo x hardhead ferry lyrics
ferry
i’m on the road
tryna get there bag all these p*ssy
n*ggas talking you can leave em in the past (uh huh)
f*ck all that lowkey sh*t i’m finna put that sh*t on blast
i can’t hear y’all haters rari put you in the past
me and seg yeah we swerving in a jet
got this b*tches on our d*ck and we leave em in the past
we be smoking on the pack
if we got beef i gotta bring the pack
i just cut a hoe off p*ssy hoe just text me back
verse 1
i might shoot you in your back for some cash now
i done left the gang now i’m back so i can cash out
she really make me feel some typa way i might have to pop her back out
homie brought the glocks have your ass runnin on that track now
rolling up on thracks now
i’m so fancy i might roll her on her ass now
i can’t trust no n*gga might be feds now
when i get home better open up your legs now
when you done b*tch you better suck of seg now
.738 holding up on 6 rounds
got her cooking up the yay
pop out shots right at your brain
failing classes never had no grade
now me and seg in the stu
and we smoking to our face
chorus
i’m on the road
tryna get there bag all these p*ssy
n*ggas talking you can leave em in the past (uh huh)
f*ck all that lowkey sh*t i’m finna put that sh*t on blast
i can’t hear y’all haters rari put you in the past
me and seg yeah we swerving in a jet
got this b*tches on our d*ck and we leave em in the past
we be smoking on the pack
if we got beef i gotta bring the pack
i just cut a hoe off p*ssy hoe just text me back
verse 2
pull up to your crib with a whopper and a mac
sending 2 shots at your back
and we holding up our flags
ecr gang
i’m a gd i don’t lack
f*f*ck that trg sh*t y’all some p*ssy and yall rats
b*tch i’m holding up a bag
never running out of ammo b*tch we pulling up with macs
we was just inside a beamer now we double back in jags
got a bad lil hoe
lotta ass and she throw it back
after hitting all them l!cks she get to rub it on my back
i can’t talk on no phone cuz the feds done have it tapped
pull up ar with a mac
sending shots into your cab
we don’t play around that’s facts
if we catch you out in traffic b*tch we shooting at your cab
chorus
i’m on the road
tryna get there bag all these p*ssy
n*ggas talking you can leave em in the past (uh huh)
f*ck all that lowkey sh*t i’m finna put that sh*t on blast
i can’t hear y’all haters rari put you in the past
me and seg yeah we swerving in a jet
got this b*tches on our d*ck and we leave em in the past
we be smoking on the pack
if we got beef i gotta bring the pack
i just cut a hoe off p*ssy hoe just text me back
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