I got road rage
I got road rage
I got road rage
Oh
Walked into the club with some diamonds on my neck
She said she in love so I put it to the test
Found out she a fake hoe, she just want my checks
Tryna steal my money every time she get upset
On the road
I got road rage
At the show
Don't need no stage
I'm a rockstar die lit like I'm Cobain
She say I'm a junkie but that bitch be doing cocaine
Stacking up my money like I'm Bruce Wayne
Got no time for shordy she got mood swings
Just racin' for that bag like I'm Usain
I might hit a lick on her man steal his new chain
Said she wanna slide, told that bitch she better come to me
That hoe just a dime so I really like her company
She said that she like it when tell that bitch to come for me
I don't even try I got these other bitches wanting me
Say I
Walked into the club with some diamonds on my neck
She said she in love so I put it to the test
Found out she a fake hoe, she just want my checks
Tryna steal my money every time she get upset
What
What
What
Yea
Feel like Nike I just do it
Get that bag it's nothing to it
Feel like fucking on a groupie, go make love then make some music
I'm the man I go stupid
Said I'm pussy better prove it
I got aim like I'm Cupid
F*ck with us and then we shooting'
Wreck the SRT, yeah I love to crash my cars
Outta space I can't breathe yea I landed on Mars
I've been smoking good J's they done sent me to the stars
I've been on my own shit on my grind working hard
Walked into the club with some diamonds on my neck (On my neck)
She said she in love so I put it to the test (To the test)
Found out she a fake hoe, she just want my checks
Tryna steal my money every time she get upset
