On The Road - Chezi, Los

Cashed the check I feel employed

I flipped the pack just doubled back now we in Illinois

A plane crashed I’m sittin' here annoyed

I did the dash just had to flee the task, fuck the boys

See all this glass it got ugly for 'em

Just touched down in the country like I’m in the

(chill)

I thought you bussin' sales, it ain’t even that

(lame)

Niggas called back, tryna say it’s short

In my head I know you’re just tryna get a lil' more

Bring it back, we can drop it on the scale

But imma take some, stay off my phone with them games bruh

Slicin' turkeys up, put 'em in sandwich bags

Plus I got tickets for th oil, like I’m Arab

Probably catch me bussin sales out in

I’m a hustlr I don’t get the money patiently

(real talk nigga)

Look good but it was trash I had to take the loss

You niggas soft body, epsom salt

(hey)

I’m on the road wit it

(cmon)

, you ain’t never rode wit it

(yeah)

You woulda told wit it, cause you a hoe nigga

(you a bitch)

I’m on the road wit it, you ain’t never rode wit it

(never)

You woulda told wit it, cause you a hoe nigga

You ain’t never rode wit it, no stash spot

Bitch I’m a cold nigga, I take the back route

24/7 nigga 7 days a week

Started off with 28 I turned that bitch to a key

I’m tryna make something shake, then run it up that’s all I know

Real dope sales, trailer park, the corner store

Trap house, the crack house

Nigga I was knee deep, yeah I rap now

Yeah I’m Frisco wit it, chill chill nigga

Remained solid never told on a nigga

Like Master P it ain’t no limit

Aye, got the bag and got on the road wit it nigga