HIT THE ROAD ft. LeekDot Lyrics

Hit the road, where we goin', shit, might not make it there

Two wrongs don't make a right, yeah, that's right, but take it there

He say life ain't fair, then why the fuck you playin' fair

She say, baby, you don't care, then why the fuck I'm standin' here

Hit the road, where we goin', shit, might not make it there

On this journey alone, shit, I might not make it there

My dog fell off the ledge, shit, he might not make it here

If I take it there, nigga, why the fuck would I play fair

Baby, I just tell the truth, ain't scared to take a dare

Hit the road, I'm tryna make a million, might not make it there

They tell me stay prepared, shit, I always stay prepared

Can't compare me with no nigga, cause he's hatin' niggas weird

And that's all facts, runnin' laps around this bitch, might run for mayor

To tell the truth Leek, I ain't tryna hear what niggas say

Cause when I was on my ass, I had to come out, nigga, make a play

When they was on they ass, I had to come through, nigga save today

Hit the road, where we goin', shit, might not make it there

Two wrongs don't make a right, yeah, that's right, but take it there

He say life ain't fair, then why the fuck you playin' fair

She say, baby, you don't care, then why the fuck I'm standin' here

Dolo on this road, so if I fuck up, it's on me

You ain't gotta worry about me, baby, known to keep it P

My dog on feet, hawk you down a hundred miles, that shit OD

They love you, then they hate you, ayy, you knowin' how that be

On go mode, I got bitches tryna sneak a nigga photo

I got niggas sayin' that we brothers, I don't even know, bro

I be dunkin' all this shit, they be enticin' to the po'-po

She say, where we goin', might not make it there

They lookin' up, they like, ayy, how he make it there

Faded up, dreaded up, plottin' on some blue strips

This shit sticky like we playin' in some used Q-tips

Hit the road, where we goin', shit, might not make it there

Two wrongs don't make a right, yeah, that's right, but take it there

He say life ain't fair, then why the fuck you playin' fair

She say, baby, you don't care, then why the fuck I'm standin' here

I don't play around, back when I was jit, I had sticks at the playground

Now a nigga rich, life lit, I got pape now

Yeah, look, this that one bag

Shoot at me, you tweakin' if you think I ain't gon' bust back

Lil' bitch a ten, I guarantee I'm finna fuck that

Put her on the wall, got her pinned like a thumbtack

Nigga ran off on my mama, he gon' run back