Album Cover Road Rage

Road Rage

YOUNG THUG

7

Tyre, it′s a tyre, it's a tyre...

Hopscotchin′ through the street, I'm tryin' not to fallShe pray to God I make it home before tomorrow morn

I′m tryna tell her to pick a Rollie but she don′t care at all

I'm carin′ 'bout my drink, my portion′s what I'm comin′ for

I been keepin' up with my city

High performance on my jacket, Rolls Royce truck for extra 50

Just in case I run into her, I'm tryin′ my best to stay spiffy, yeah

See the pussies on the sideline wishin′ that I fall

Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm ′bout to tell it all

Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball

I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl

I′m road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah

I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl

Every timе they call in, young nigga ballin′

I went from tellin' thеm to try me to callin' shots

And I wanna know what′s on your mind, what you thinkin′ 'bout

And I wanna know if I can change it, let′s take you out

Private flight to France, such a change in trance

I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants

Red and white diamonds on my mans, he an ambulance

Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch

He said his last two weeks been busy, I'm movin′ in

I told my mom look out her window to another Benz

She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent

I bent the corner, seen my bros gettin' rich

Signed another check for a couple million on a jet

Swear to God, 2006, my sixth dream was buyin′ a 'vette

Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one

Smoked 41, this your last batch, and I got more to come

Gettin' them bails up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin′

Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it′s the blackened one

I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one

You frozen tongue, you won′t say it twice

I'll greet you with a gun, nigga

See the pussies on the sideline wishin′ that I fall

Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm ′bout to tell it all

Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball

I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl

Yeah, I'm road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah

I′m road-raging to the millions if I have to crawl