Roadrunner 2

[Verse 1:]

5 O’clock, early birds fly down south

These niggas hate so much they want to stop my route

[?] 55 bricks, I put em on the Greyhound

I’m a certified street nigga, I had to stay down

Told that nigga take it back, we play them games now

Why you rap about the streets, you got a pussy nigga sound

I’m a black migo boss, nigga I got pounds

And they so cheap, I pull up in your town

Whatever city I’m in I love to flex like a bitch

I got out of jail and went right back to the bricks

All my jewelry together costs like 15 bricks

Young Scooter, I put dope in every street is on 6

[Interlude:]

You know niggas be saying that nigga talk bout a lot of dope

I wonder is he really doing that shit?

Yeah the streets gon vouch for me nigga

Young Scooter

I really do this shit, I rap on these beats nigga

I told you that, count up!

[Verse 2:]

Every day at 5 O’clock the bales pull up fresh

We never close down, you never know what’s next

You tryna run the spot you got to have some respect

A nigga play up under you and take your check

I never been robbed, I got too much finesse

But anything can happen so I make moves like chess

The streets ain’t shit so I just play it how it goes

Throwing bales out the project window

20 West and Birmingham, the bricks on the way

Don’t worry bout the instagrams, they come with the plays

I got to charge a 30 cause it’s one state away

Free bands for the [?] when we get back to the A

[Outro:]

Young Scooter nigga

All I’m gon talk about is money

Real true story shit, real street shit

Count up!