Long Road Lyrics

Yah, I'm on the road tryna count up the cash

I don't love her no more, but I hope that we last

My brodie wildin' he boutta relapse

He off a 30, he tryna relax

Only move for a bag

Stayin' in motion I ran up the cash

Yeah, pop a shroom in Jag'

My driver too high, I hope we don't crash

Bad hoe, boutta pull on her tracks

Za' that I smoke, I can't see through the gas

Left me alone, now she calling me back

Momma gave me a roll just to make this shit stack

When I'm 80 years old, bet I still got the swag

I was paving the road, and the haters just laughed

Yah, now they stuck in the past

I'm going up, no I ain't looking back

Now I'm lit, look at that

Watching my moves, tryna copy the swag

No I can't let em' see me in last

Call up your clan, and then we can clash

Run up the bands, I do this shit fast

Hella love for the fans, they all got my back

In the lamb, I'm scraping the tracks

He a fan, but calling me whack

762 blow him back

Got a toolie, I'm tottin' a strap

Off a shroom, and I float off the map

In the function, I came with my gat

Caribbean hoe she got ass

Pull up, I nut on her ass

I said it's bigger than rap

I grip the trigger and blast

I'm on the road tryna count up the cash

I don't love her no more, but I hope that we last

My brodie wildin' he boutta relapse

He off a 30, he tryna relax

Only move for a bag

Stayin' in motion I ran up the cash

Yeah, pop a shroom in Jag'

My driver too high, I hope we don't crash

I'm high in space, I gave Pluto a dap

Said he fucked on my bitch, gave him kudos for that

You know ZEEM ain't trippin' over that

Limousine I'm rolling in the back

Uh, I said I hope that we last

Yeah, I hope the driver don't crash yea

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Close my ears if you ain't talking cash

Hating on me, cause now I got racks

Hating on me, cause I made it out

If I said it's smoke, ain't no talking it out

Going up but they want it to stop

ZEEM not a janitor, came with a mop

Bitch from Canada, came with the top

Got no manners, I'm kicking her out

Going crazy they want me to flop

Don't understand me, than figure it out

In her pussy, I'm digging it out

Pour the wock in her pussy, I'm licking it out

My doctor, he told me to stop, all of the drugs

It's bad for my health

My momma, she told me to stop, all of the shopping it's bad for my wealth

I'm on the road tryna count up the cash

I don't love her no more, but I hope that we last

My brodie wildin' he boutta relapse

He off a 30, he tryna relax

Only move for a bag

Stayin' in motion I ran up the cash

Yeah, pop a shroom in Jag'

My driver too high, I hope we don't crash