Road Dog Lyrics

I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love

My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up

This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft

Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off

I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love

My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up

This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft

Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off

Got a bad bitch shofer 40 cal might blow your nose off

Youngin selling, re-rock from the hood like Casanova

I been trappin' so hard, made her come, she stayin' over

She wanna fuck in the Benz, huh? I only want a Medulla

Don't want her nigga, I'm cooler I don't want her, she a chooser

I'm on the road with a Ruger I'm on the phone with a Cougar

She tryna make me use her I got a pack for the low, huh

Young dog gonna move it I drop a bag at the jeweler

This burner take your soul Don't try me, might lose it

He gotta give and go Better come back or you flipped

I wasn't taught to do this But my dogs, we do this

I dirtyd, my new stick He was movin' too sick

I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love

My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up

This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft

Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off

I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love

My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up

This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft

Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off