Road Running G.T. (Ft. Icewear Vezzo)

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

[Chorus: G.T.]
I been road runnin', yeah, I been road runnin'
I been chasin' money every day, nigga
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 nigga 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 niggas cappin', actin', they like they got a package, nigga
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 nigga 'round me move like Michael Jackson moved Tito
He in a black PT Cruiser, you'll be lookin' for a primo