Lyrics:
Death aint been no stranger to me
Alot been on my mind time been moving slower
Voices in my head say I'm getting older
Feel like Rod Wave alot on
steel
You know lil' JumpOutBlacc be driving by like, you might just get killed
Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I'm styling, Balmain on my heels
give me peace
I gotta keep a rod close to me
Sometimes it just be hard just to eat
They don't wanna see me win
It's hard to keep some friends
I'm
nothing bout no kitchen boy
I'm the man, and you don't really know that feeling boy
Step on niggas when i flex fuck yo feelings boy
Got the rod
Well, you heard the story of the hot rod race, that fatal day
When the Ford and the Mercury went out to play
Well, this is the inside story,
Well, you heard the story of the hot rod race, that fatal day
When the Ford and the Mercury went out to play
Well, this is the inside story,
20 bandz on my fit
Just to get fly
With draw 300k
Just to get by
40 in the Glock clip
Nigga you tried
Fuck 12 I could neva let
Them hurt my pride
Fit
long
My dick, my cock, my balls, my schlong
My rod, my snake, my big ol' long
Hey, I wanna punch you in the face (hey)
Nigga, I'm the realest,
And Bitch I'm on go
I bet we'll up the score
Got the rod right by my side, I swear I'm trained to blow
Pop a z go crazy
I'm hunting the demons that made me go
My dawg like riding in that scat thang, she want my last name
And you can't lack without your rod, if you live in the fast lane
And you cant come
thing While the record is spinnin'
Got
your fly-girly grinnin' MD is on the mike, ya know I'm only beginnin'
Rod's
fresh and fresh, you never
pull up to the spot
How you riding
I'm in a 2 door
How you riding
I got 2 hoes
How you riding
I'm in a v12
He a v4
Boy dats too slow
How you riding
Bitch
to shootin' like soccer)
I'm not leavin' evidence
So you better get yourself a lawyer
(Get you a lawyer)
I'll settle this shit by myself
If you go to 12
mind girl
Need you right here
Right by my side girl
So if you r.o.d
Then let's ride girl
Yea lets go live
You been on my mind shit
pull up in a buggy no
Listen to me
Take about 10 12 Benadryl
Alright
Take about 10 12 Benadryl
Listen to me
All you women are the reason I'm dying I take 30 Benadryl at once
bitch
She say she wanna give me head in my car
(Woo) the illest nigga in the room
Wherever I'm at by far (yeah)
Ten toes down just grind hard (yeah)
I'm
pain away
Motion sickness from the V12
From the V12
And she really giving me hell
Giving me hell
Look I need some intel
Need intel
I just ride by myself
I dropped needed no promo ,
They say I'm sleep by myself
But why do I rap
I rap for myself
Don't fuck with people that's making assumptions
Every
and raised down here, best believe I'm dyin here
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
For all my rebels ridin dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no
back and forth I’m in my city hitting wheelies, 12 o’clock and you ain’t with Me, catch me in that traffic drifting, voom voom voom yea that’s me
out these 12 ounce curls
Come catch a vibe vision real blurred
Yard that's filled with snakes so I'm chilling by the sand
Not a mask in sight here just
Girl you are so fine to me girl I could take
You out all over town i got it over over
Here now I’m seeing you all
The time talkin to
Ya and textin
the last breath leaves my lung
And I'm no more even so damn young
The dead is shot at by the firing squad
Hear these lyrics being unsung
OH MY GOD ! x4
It
I stay with my rod nigga, I don't ride no waves though
Lately I been posted by the payroll
I been M.I.A, I just don't know what to say
I had left
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