Chris Fresh - On The Road lyrics

[Intro] This call will be recorded and monitored. I have a collect call from - ManMan Savage [Hook] I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove I'm on the road, I'm good with road, what kind of road I'm doing donuts, spinning out on any road My linen clothes shining like some f**ing gold I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove I'm good with road, I'm on the road, what kind of road Doing donuts, spinning out on any road My linen clothes shining like some f**ing gold [Verse 1] Them birds they come in planes from all over the globe When they touch down in the city they land on grip with road I'm on immortal road, f** what you n***as told The streets told, that's why a n***a never fold I keep a big bankroll and I bet it won't never fold I bet your b**h she wanna f** soon as I hit the door Oh we on go, yeah all my n***as they on go I bet she go, watch how her panties hit the floor That drippy nose, she steady sniffing on the blow No I don't know, and I ain't even tryna know And i'ma dress it back and get some dough Now I'ma dress it back and f** your ho Savage, aye [Hook] I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove I'm on the road, I'm good with road, what kind of road I'm doing donuts, spinning out on any road My linen clothes shining like some f**ing gold I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove I'm good with road, I'm on the road, what kind of road Doing donuts, spinning out on any road My linen clothes shining like some f**ing gold [Verse 2] She say she might just snap a picture, strike a pose I gives a f** about a b**h or what she told And you know I ain't falling, I'll never fold You told your hand, that's why I played the whole road And you know I got partners locked up down the road And you gon' have to pay me to come down the road My n***as always posted up up on the road Yeah they road running, they chasing nothing but dough But I could teach you n***as how to flip it though You know I like to count up nothin' but digits ho You know I ain't gon' f** 'round with no stankin' ho You know just what I smoke, it smell like thank you ho [Hook] I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove I'm on the road, I'm good with road, what kind of road I'm doing donuts, spinning out on any road My linen clothes shining like some f**ing gold I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove I'm good with road, I'm on the road, what kind of road Doing donuts, spinning out on any road My linen clothes shining like some f**ing gold