On the road
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
My flow's nasty, click clack blast it
100 on the dash going fast I smashed it
No relaxing, checks I'm cashing
Gotta make a lot of dough fast and stash it
This is do or die and I ain't playing on my life
Rapping in the morning vibin' , writing lines in the night
For those who said we can't and those who said we might
Imma light a fire, blow this shit up dynamite
So f*ck this world don't get discouraged
Just spit this verse and kill these birds
Life put us to the test, we passed it
Came from selling green that I wrapped in plastic
Came from havin' dreams of getting outta the hood
Planted seeds of growth they got it misunderstood
God had bigger plans and they coming to fruition
Now I'm having fun pissin' at the competition
On the road
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
I never get too caught up in the shit that twist me
Got you motherf*ckers pissed off with a diss
I take a shit on your hit list, you killas just missed me
Player haters secretly farm me streams while they listening
Top three artist on your bitch playlist B
Catch me right up in da club I'm built like Fifty
Tip your hoe a drink, if she smiles, she's with me
Mind me not, she wants more than the dick, man, you can keep it
Artists need the streets, but streets don't need shit
All you lil' kiddies gotta pip more tips and
Fit on Timbs then, feet on dem heels
Then you wonder why some motherf*cker'd break you a limb
I done seen broke-ass kissers in the land of the rich
I'm sick of this shit and the flicks you play and f*ck who you with
You lie through the teeth, then justify your high when you're nipped
Tell your bitch to chill 'fore she gets this dick parked in her lip, trick
On the road
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
The Hurricane - On the road Lyrics
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On the road
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
My flow's nasty, click clack blast it
100 on the dash going fast I smashed it
No relaxing, checks I'm cashing
Gotta make a lot of dough fast and stash it
This is do or die and I ain't playing on my life
Rapping in the morning vibin' , writing lines in the night
For those who said we can't and those who said we might
Imma light a fire, blow this shit up dynamite
So f*ck this world don't get discouraged
Just spit this verse and kill these birds
Life put us to the test, we passed it
Came from selling green that I wrapped in plastic
Came from havin' dreams of getting outta the hood
Planted seeds of growth they got it misunderstood
God had bigger plans and they coming to fruition
Now I'm having fun pissin' at the competition
On the road
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
I never get too caught up in the shit that twist me
Got you motherf*ckers pissed off with a diss
I take a shit on your hit list, you killas just missed me
Player haters secretly farm me streams while they listening
Top three artist on your bitch playlist B
Catch me right up in da club I'm built like Fifty
Tip your hoe a drink, if she smiles, she's with me
Mind me not, she wants more than the dick, man, you can keep it
Artists need the streets, but streets don't need shit
All you lil' kiddies gotta pip more tips and
Fit on Timbs then, feet on dem heels
Then you wonder why some motherf*cker'd break you a limb
I done seen broke-ass kissers in the land of the rich
I'm sick of this shit and the flicks you play and f*ck who you with
You lie through the teeth, then justify your high when you're nipped
Tell your bitch to chill 'fore she gets this dick parked in her lip, trick
On the road
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
My flow's nasty, click clack blast it
100 on the dash going fast I smashed it
No relaxing, checks I'm cashing
Gotta make a lot of dough fast and stash it
This is do or die and I ain't playing on my life
Rapping in the morning vibin' , writing lines in the night
For those who said we can't and those who said we might
Imma light a fire, blow this shit up dynamite
So f*ck this world don't get discouraged
Just spit this verse and kill these birds
Life put us to the test, we passed it
Came from selling green that I wrapped in plastic
Came from havin' dreams of getting outta the hood
Planted seeds of growth they got it misunderstood
God had bigger plans and they coming to fruition
Now I'm having fun pissin' at the competition
On the road
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
I never get too caught up in the shit that twist me
Got you motherf*ckers pissed off with a diss
I take a shit on your hit list, you killas just missed me
Player haters secretly farm me streams while they listening
Top three artist on your bitch playlist B
Catch me right up in da club I'm built like Fifty
Tip your hoe a drink, if she smiles, she's with me
Mind me not, she wants more than the dick, man, you can keep it
Artists need the streets, but streets don't need shit
All you lil' kiddies gotta pip more tips and
Fit on Timbs then, feet on dem heels
Then you wonder why some motherf*cker'd break you a limb
I done seen broke-ass kissers in the land of the rich
I'm sick of this shit and the flicks you play and f*ck who you with
You lie through the teeth, then justify your high when you're nipped
Tell your bitch to chill 'fore she gets this dick parked in her lip, trick
On the road
We ridin' all night long
Windows rolled down and we doin' our thing
We ballin'
They callin'
We rollin'
They fallin'
Snakes crawlin' , pistol howling
All you motherf*ckers know better than that
Writer: Hurricane, Cloud9foreal, Edison Pepa
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Hurricane
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Hurricane, Cloud9foreal, Edison Pepa