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letra de road runner - lil yachty

[verse 1: lil yachty]
remember, used to ride around in the toyota
had to keep the sh-t a hundred, like four quarters
lookin’ for me? you can find me on the sixth flight
f-ck n-gga, f-ck n-gga, that’s the headquarters
city runnin’ with the gang, straight loitering
(-earl on the beat tag-)
and yo’ b-tch upset cause of her boyfriend
i popped the n-gga ass, like a soda can
keep talkin’ down, i’ll turn into the [?]
f-ck around and put your family on a search mission
n-ggas talkin’ down like rocky, fell off on his pimpin’
six chains, got me ballin’ like i’m scottie pippin’
i’m a muf-ckin’ rockstar, like led zeplin
got some bloods on my right, screamin’ “soo-woo”
got some colors on my left that be heavy cripin’

[chorus: lil yachty]
got my money on my mind and i need that sh-t [?]
all my b-tches come in three though (three though)
roll blunts up like burritos (yeah)
stomp a n-gga out quick, if he talk down on the gang
b-tch, it’s yachty, i’m insane and everybody know my name
i been road runnin’ (aye, aye), i been searchin’ for the guap
f-ck that b-tch off top, cause all these b-tches stupid thots
all my n-ggas ride for yachty, cause they know how i boss (yeah)
it won’t cost no cost, f-ck n-gga, to get your ass knocked off (yeah)
[verse 2: lil yachty]
hear-ye, hear-ye, b-tch
i been gettin’ purple for the free, b-tch (for real)
i’m the king of flippin’, most these n-ggas trippin’
if i hit the first night, best believe i’m dippin’ (for real)
i ain’t know her name, but i f-cked her face (nah)
got the crowd cheerin’, like i’m vinnie chase (okay)
i been youth preachin’, like a young mase (okay)
i been poppin’ flats, since the tenth grade (for real)
i been street moppin’, like a big parade (for real)
and my brother guapo, tote the ak (yeah)
he be blooded out, through his f-ckin’ scalp
for young rd, aimin’ at ya snot (unh)
lil yachty, i’m a pain
drop a glock, tote a throat, slicin’ money countin’ motherf-cker
all you n-ggas love to hate
i’m a rich kid, like that n-gga skate
never pillow talkin’, say it to your face
real dubber just walked in the place
bangin’ naz, skt, in ya face
and my main b-tch, she don’t use mase
she just let it spray (brrd)
not one p-ssy n-gga in my f-ckin’ circle (nope)
geeked up, like that n-gga urkle
n-ggas love beefin’, if that sh-t virtual
all these n-ggas verbal
lame n-gga, never tote the stick
d-mn well, never seen a brick
i can’t f-ck with these p-ssy n-ggas
these n-ggas sweet as a mufu-
[chorus: lil yachty]
got my money on my mind and i need that sh-t [?]
all my b-tches come in three though (three though)
roll blunts up like burritos (yeah)
stomp a n-gga out quick, if he talk down on the gang
b-tch, it’s yachty, i’m insane and everybody know my name
i been road runnin’ (aye, aye), i been searchin’ for the guap
f-ck that b-tch off top, cause all these b-tches stupid thots
all my n-ggas ride for yachty, cause they know how i boss (yeah)
it won’t cost no cost, f-ck n-gga, to get your ass knocked off (yeah)

[verse 3: nued maj]
vacay n-gga, i don’t vacay, n-gga
rap beef, hope in a safe place, n-gga
cause i’m on like some muf-ckin’ kk, n-gga
put your body in a muf-ckin’ lake lil n-gga
meet now, ain’t no mufckin’ wait lil n-gga
watch yo’ mouth, what you muf-ckin’ say lil n-gga
new gang ain’t a muf-ckin’ game, lil n-gga
castro, at yo’ neck, where the k, lil n-gga
only worried if you’re my f-ckin bros
hottest n-gga comin’ out the o’
deny that sh-t like i ain’t f-ckin’ cold
like you indigo without your peli’ on
when i hit these b-tches, leave my celly on
i don’t trust no b-tch, she prolly done me wrong
either raf sh-t, or saint laurent
n-ggas steady hatin’, probably hit they broad

- lil yachty

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