YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Terintino - Highway lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Terintino - Highway lyrics]
On the highway, yeah on the highway
Keep that, yeah
All the shit that they talk
I don't care about
I just give a fuck where to
Go when the pack out before I came up
Used to post at the trap house
Fuckin' on lil' shawty, bend her over
Blow her back out
Thinkin' I done drunk too much lean
I done tapped out
Shootin' up the club in the whip
I done smashed out
I relapsed on them pills, taking Tramadol
Fuck Atlantic, want my money
I ain't callin' y'all
Nigga play on my son, kill all y'all
Cell ringing
That's just Ben on the phone call
Lot of money and I still
Wear the same drawers
And I'm still cuttin' up like a chained dog
Need a Lamb' or a Wraith when I touch down
Still ridin' 'round in that
Benz with a four-pound
Still totin' guns every day
That I float 'round
Shoot a nigga dead in his
Face when it go down, yeah
Uh, on the highway
And I'm still gettin' it in
Countin' money on the highway
On the plane with my son, drinkin' lean
I ain't been asleep in nine days
If a nigga lookin' for me
Tell that boy that he know where to find me
All the shit that they talk
I don't care about
I just give a fuck where to
Go when the pack out before I came up
Used to post at the trap house
Fuckin' on lil' shawty, bend her over
Blow her back out
Thinkin' I done drunk too much lean
I done tapped out
Shootin' up the club in the whip
I done smashed out
I relapsed on them pills, taking Tramadol
Fuck Atlantic, want my money
I ain't callin' y'all
Pourin' this drank, I been up for nine days
Fuck with the lil' bitch
I can never throw shade ridin' in a Maybach
But I don't ever use the shade
Thought you caught me lackin'
But I'm with the whole gang
On the NBA shit-shit
Linked up with the Glo Gang
That lil' bitch basic
Told her I just want some brain
Now she tweakin'
It-it-it's just you off cocaine
Hellcat, Chargers, press the button
Did the race
All the shit that they talk
I don't care about
I just give a fuck where to
Go when the pack out before I came up
Used to post at the trap house
Fuckin' on lil' shawty, bend her over
Blow her back out
Thinkin' I done drunk too much lean
I done tapped out
Shootin' up the club in the whip
I done smashed out
I relapsed on them pills, taking Tramadol
Fuck Atlantic, want my money
I ain't callin' y'all
Keep that, yeah
All the shit that they talk
I don't care about
I just give a fuck where to
Go when the pack out before I came up
Used to post at the trap house
Fuckin' on lil' shawty, bend her over
Blow her back out
Thinkin' I done drunk too much lean
I done tapped out
Shootin' up the club in the whip
I done smashed out
I relapsed on them pills, taking Tramadol
Fuck Atlantic, want my money
I ain't callin' y'all
Nigga play on my son, kill all y'all
Cell ringing
That's just Ben on the phone call
Lot of money and I still
Wear the same drawers
And I'm still cuttin' up like a chained dog
Need a Lamb' or a Wraith when I touch down
Still ridin' 'round in that
Benz with a four-pound
Still totin' guns every day
That I float 'round
Shoot a nigga dead in his
Face when it go down, yeah
Uh, on the highway
And I'm still gettin' it in
Countin' money on the highway
On the plane with my son, drinkin' lean
I ain't been asleep in nine days
If a nigga lookin' for me
Tell that boy that he know where to find me
All the shit that they talk
I don't care about
I just give a fuck where to
Go when the pack out before I came up
Used to post at the trap house
Fuckin' on lil' shawty, bend her over
Blow her back out
Thinkin' I done drunk too much lean
I done tapped out
Shootin' up the club in the whip
I done smashed out
I relapsed on them pills, taking Tramadol
Fuck Atlantic, want my money
I ain't callin' y'all
Pourin' this drank, I been up for nine days
Fuck with the lil' bitch
I can never throw shade ridin' in a Maybach
But I don't ever use the shade
Thought you caught me lackin'
But I'm with the whole gang
On the NBA shit-shit
Linked up with the Glo Gang
That lil' bitch basic
Told her I just want some brain
Now she tweakin'
It-it-it's just you off cocaine
Hellcat, Chargers, press the button
Did the race
All the shit that they talk
I don't care about
I just give a fuck where to
Go when the pack out before I came up
Used to post at the trap house
Fuckin' on lil' shawty, bend her over
Blow her back out
Thinkin' I done drunk too much lean
I done tapped out
Shootin' up the club in the whip
I done smashed out
I relapsed on them pills, taking Tramadol
Fuck Atlantic, want my money
I ain't callin' y'all