Do the Road - Section Boyz

I put my shoes on then I do the road

They’re like «Where that yout from?

He look like Coolio»

I take the piss, your block’s shit, you’re from a doodoo road

I do your chicken, do the brick, that’s what I do alone

I don’t window shop, money card like Yu-Gi-Oh!

I get the food gone, I feel like Julio

Gyally want the squad, she don’t know who to blow

I give her back shot, not in the booty hole

Can’t stand the block, I’m sitting in the studio

Them man are pagans, they don’t like my bros

But it’s not racist, his worker’s selling both

Tré's moving strange ish, has he got the smoke?

They ask me what I’m paying, you don’t need to know (money)

I don’t like raving, but I like that show

I am so wasted, how am I getting home?

K will go and blaze it, so we’ll do the road

I put my shoes on and then I do the road

Gotta get this money fast, hate when its slow

I put my shoes on then I do the road

In the trap I’m going hard, then I’m doing home

I put my shoes on then I do the road

I put my shoes on then I do the road

I put my shoes on then I do the road

In the trap I’m going hard, then I’m doing home

I put my shoes on, and then I do the road

Any day I keep it squaddy or move alone

I get my groove on, icy like a smoothie though

And any time I bruck a pack I feel like Julio

Blud my shooter’s truly loved, even movies and moving O’s

She got Louboutin’s, you don’t trap, then move on

I get the food gone, direct from the studio

I put my shoes on, but I don’t have to do the road

I put my shoes on, I’m doing street

I’m doing shoes on, my shoes doing feet

Sort 'em pie, pie, you no longer live in reach

She just sucked my body so she know she getting roach

Knows she’s getting roach, shoes on then I’m doing road

Move on, try’na get it ghost, try’na get it

Ghost, in the Focus, try’na get her ghost

In the motion, when I’m there roading

I put my shoes on and then I do the road

Gotta get this money fast, hate when its slow

I put my shoes on then I do the road

In the trap I’m going hard, then I’m doing home

I put my shoes on then I do the road

I put my shoes on then I do the road

I put my shoes on then I do the road

In the trap I’m going hard, then I’m doing home

I put my shoes on and then I do the road

Them man ain’t on beef, they’re like a tuna roll

She do the whole squad, because she’s fully grown

I gave her back shots, I had her on her tippy toes

Tré got crack shots, and K be selling blow

They hate the damn squad, but cuh we’re soon to go

Fuck your gang spot, cause that’s a city road

And when that thang pop, them niggas due to blow

I could roll up, pepper up the strip

Make a nigga split, have you niggas ducking from the toolio

Niggas so dumb, why you niggas bitch?

I be on the strip, just got a brick from Julio ('llow)

Throw the Z’s in the air, they disappear

Niggas think I’m trapping with the super phone (trap)

From a pie to a cake (yeah), money gets made (yeah)

I do my last sale then I’m doing home (I'm doing home, man)

I put my shoes on and then I do the road

Gotta get this money fast, hate when its slow

I put my shoes on then I do the road

In the trap I’m going hard, then I’m doing home

I put my shoes on then I do the road

I put my shoes on then I do the road

I put my shoes on then I do the road

In the trap I’m going hard, then I’m doing home