[Intro: G.T.]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Brrt, brrt)
(Classic)
Ayy, n***a (Zoomin')

[Chorus: G.T.]
I been road runnin', yeah, I been road runnin'
I been chasin' money every day, n***a
I'm in the spot workin', I got the stove runnin'
What you need? We got that yay

[Verse 1: G.T.]
I'm glad a n***a rappin', 'cause I used to be trappin' (For real)
Keep the traffic down, this bitch just like an In-N-Out in Cali
Gettin' money like the eighties, might do Gucci boots and belly
I'm in a 911 Porsche, but I'm treatin' it like a Chelly (Skrrt)
I just text the plug, i keep a load comin'
He fell for anything, he don't stand for nothing
You got the wrong number, we ain't sell you nothin'
He a know-it-all, you can't tell him nothin'
(Whew, whew)
Man, I'm tired of n***as cappin', actin', they like they got a package, n***a
I really ball like my first name LaMelo
I done done it all in my city like I'm L.O
Flyin' in a Bentley, it's just me, Marc and Casino (Come on)
Everytime we fuckin' ride by, they scream, "Bingo"
I wanted to be like Sosa, I ain't wanna be Pacino (Come on)
The plug up in the vat, Lake Tahoe, we're in Reno (Shh)
Touchdown, that's like Mike blindfolded shootin' a free-throw (Swish)
I don't look for problems, if you try me, you finito
Every n***a 'round me move like Michael Jackson moved Tito
He in a black PT Cruiser, you'll be lookin' for a primo
[Chorus: G.T.]
I been road runnin', yeah, I been road runnin'
I been chasin' money every day, n***a
I'm in the spot workin', I got the stove runnin'
What you need? We got that yay
I been road runnin', yeah, I been road runnin'
I been chasin' money every day, n***a
I'm in the spot workin', I got the stove runnin'
What you need? We got that yay

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, get up out the trap, you got that work, that shit ain't jumpin' back
Wrist Crip, icy blue face Patek, bitch, two hundred racks
Forgiatos stackin' on my Wraith, deep dishin' front and back
Heard they took your jewelry at your show, you ain't got nothin' back
Trap baby, got rich off that rawski, yeah, that Act', man
AR on me, up shit on the lodge and leave your Scat painted
Thrity shooters, we got fifty choppers, I'm with crack babies
Got two regular deals, ain't buy no jewelry, I went strap crazy
Huh, bitch, I do the dash on 'em
Brick of fetty, got a new compressor, do my dance on it
He got whacked for pillow-talkin' to hoes, left his hands showin'
[?][2:22] the middle of the horn and blew the trans on him

[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I been road runnin'
I been chasin' money every day, n***a
I'm in the spot workin', I got the stove runnin'
What you need? We got that yay
I been road runnin', yeah, I been road runnin'
I been chasin' money every day, n***a
I'm in the spot workin', I got the stove runnin'
What you need? We got that yay