"Road Rage" lyrics

Quinten

They hear me screech when I hit the street
Can you catch me? I'm finna see
How these niggas really feel about me, what's the tea?
Niggas bitches, I can put that shit on G
OD, fuck with me, I'm pullin' in fifty deep

Get in quick, get in quick
Where you fit? Where you fit?
Fuck outta here, fuck outta here
This ain't it, this ain't it
Where I was, where I was
Or where I went, or where I went
Ain't none of your business, ain't none of your business
Tell that bitch, nigga

I'm tryna see how you niggas think you fuckin' with me
Stack it up with my windows up every new week
R.I.P. to that nigga if he tried with me
Niggas whack, I ain't reachin' out to none of you geeks
Rollin' up, roll another up, smokin' just me
Hit the show, they gon' pull up every time they see me
Fuck with me, I'ma bring the George Foreman to the beef
Come with me, I can take you where the dead won't sleep

Get in quick, get in quick
Where you fit? Where you fit?
Fuck outta here, fuck outta here
This ain't it, this ain't it
Where I was, where I was
Or where I went, or where I went
Ain't none of your business, ain't none of your business
Tell that bitch, nigga