Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Jimenez
Songwriter
Lyrics
Back on the road
Thoughts by my lone
Roll up the sack
Get me some dome
Cannot go home
In the altitude like what have I done
Ain't no attitude just being my post
All in my head
I want the toast
I want the bread
I can't fuck with them bitches
Cause none of them bitches ride for my niggas
Wildin' my nigga
Can't be riding with no squally my nigga
Soon as them broke bitches come around
They be fucking, sucking for some wallet my nigga
Keeping the metal like Wall-E my nigga
You can see the money piling my nigga
Can't trust nobody no can't trust a soul
I turned my wrist out from platinum to gold
Drink I spill
Drink no beers
I pop pills
Fuck 2 hoes last night they still with me
Left wrist it's still freezing
Plenty bad bitches they still kiss me
Plenty mad haters they still diss me
Can't lock on my schedule is too damn busy
Keep that head out the light
Mix the lean with the sprite
Fuck your bitch, yea I might
All y'all niggas some dikes
Yo' bitch tryna' compare me
Don't truth or dare me, Ima' dare it
Cheese in my pockets like dairy
Can't fuck with no rats, even jerry
Back on the road
Thoughts by my lone
Roll up the sack
Get me some dome
Cannot go home
In the altitude like what have I done
Ain't no attitude just being my post
All in my head
I want the toast
I want the bread
I can't fuck with them bitches
Cause none of them bitches ride for my niggas
Wildin' my nigga
Can't be riding with no squally my nigga
Soon as them broke bitches come around
They be fucking, sucking for some wallet my nigga
Keeping the metal like Wall-E my nigga
You can see the money piling my nigga
Can't trust nobody no can't trust a soul
I turned my wrist out from platinum to gold
Writer(s): Gerald Jimenez
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