6am On The Roads Lyrics

Biggest fuckin' GTI to ever do it

Hold on

They been hearing that Justo is back

In the bitty he been movin' tactic

Outta town, he done ran up a sack

She gon' spread it out just like gymnastics

The lamb chop got it in black

Matty Boy the crosses on the jacket

I can never turn into a has-been

Hit Atlanta, know I'm fully tapped in

Got a baddie livin' in Decatur

She been prayin' them lashes, gon' work off

Hit the roads, I gotta get this work off

All the fashion comin' out of Bergdorf

Look

Like 21, Drizzy she play with this paper, it's her loss

Uh

Like Tyson, I beat niggas up and can still get a bird off

Look, just got off the plane

We gon' run through this pape' in Aruba

Uh, said she never been

So I went, booked a flight and I flew her

Took a break I'm back inside my zone

In Hawaii, eatin' on Kahlua

I can act just like I never knew her

Give her one-on-ones just like a tutor

Can't never stop my bread

Most of these niggas move way too fed

Can't let em' get in my head

How would I look him in love to a leg

Me and Young Stali went digital dash

Goin' all the way back to the ends

Told her bring two of her friends

Wire just hit, now we cool on my ends

We can never sit and make amends

Catch you niggas doin' y'all the worst way

Nina blowing flames like it's your birthday

Shit for real, don't think it's for the wordplay

Go right to Michigan, hop out the car

Then I'm hittin' up Hutch for the buffs

Them niggas ran, but it's only a matter of time

Before they run out of luck

Up the barrel, leave a nigga stuck

Hockey chain, the Cuban fully froze

Pendant look just like a hockey puck

6 a.m., I'm back up on the roads

Hollon

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