On The Road

(Verse I)

I do ,I rule, I ran over you
I pulled ,I lopped I took over you!
I doomed ("you"),assumed what left over you
I'm groomed , and boomed to vibe over you
Your girl is on my phone now
She ask "why you making me mourn now"
I told her get ready to mourn more
(cause)
I'll probably be out with some more now
I'm Kinging and body bagging
I'm on ASAP mode without a Ferg
I'm Givenchy you probably faking
I'm on tour while you busy merging
I'm as bad as picking pieces of a missing nigga
Watch my high rotation chasing a missing nigga
Spot of birdies all the birdies missing nigga
I be body bagging all the bitchin' niggas
If Givenchy talks, I be singing nigga
I'm good on cut and paste just to piss a nigga
If my idol mad I won't be tiffy nigga
I don't really fuck with them nighas like you
(Whasoop)

(Hook)

These niggas ain't loyal them bitches gone loyal (waaaay)
They fuck my royalties thinking that they are royal (sheeesh) (whasoop)
I fuck around and retire them then I leave them tired ((whasoop))
Look at my attire I feel like I'm retarded (waaay)
I'm the roa-roa-road (I'm on the , I'm on it)
(Whasoop)

(Verse II)

Why is you barking, why is you barking? (Whoof whoof)
My wrist is a bargain, your home is a bar again (hahaha)
My diamonds are fartin' , yours are far again (whaaat)
Your bitches are bugging, I butcher your muffins (gone)
I'm on the spot with these gays
They wanna eat from my plate
I'm at an unstoppable place
I fuck with the nigga on 3rd place
2000 Rands for the shoes
2500 for the booze
1500 for the Jean
5000 for the beat
I'm on my 20s but I'm close to buy my Idol's mansion (yeah)
I came out hopped out 'em borders illegally now I'm a friend (yeah)
(whasoop)

Hook

These niggas ain't loyal them bitches gone loyal
They fuck my royalties thinking that they are royal
I fuck around retire them then I leave 'em tired
Look at my attire I feel like I'm retarded
I'm on the roa-roa-road (I'm on the ,I'm on it )