Young Scooter – Road Runner (The Recipe) lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah, you dig
Man, how you come up like that?
Yeah
Black 'Migo gang, yeah
BM boy BG

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin'
Couple pussy niggas from the hood, ain't nothin'
I caught that case in Ohio, man they told on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold on you
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window
Good rapping ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders
I'ma make a jugg from January to the end of December
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with M's
I got Colorado and Cali gas, I mix that shit in
And I ain't doin' niggas features no more for less than a ten
You can picture me rollin' like Pac, I ball above the rim
Scooter pull up, hard top, Street, pull up, drop top
I trap out a six spot, I cook out of six pots (Zone 6)
You know I don't talk to cops, you know I don't fuck with ops
Money over everything, you can't trust these dirty thots
Free Meek Mills, free Meek Mills, for real
I ain't got no deal, but my lil brother fightin' the pill
In my hood with Aston Martin with rose gold wheels
Too many juggs at the door, my trap look like Club [?]

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin'
Couple pussy niggas from the hood, ain't nothin'
I caught that case in Ohio, man they told on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold on you
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window
Good rapping ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders
I'ma make a jugg from January to the end of December
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions

[Verse 2: VL Deck]
Woah, hundred racks on swag, I'm in the rental, watch me do the dash
I'm whole sellin' bails, but got the spot that run nothin' but bags
Back and forth to Cali, off my pivot, call it jet lag
Real plug dropped the load, they never holla, sittin' cash
We don't do the peons, for street war, got big guns
Twenty-four four-eights, get your house stepped on
We don't have no days off, these gas bags pays off
24-8 trappin', got Percocets and Adderall
Street cooked the dope with his left hand, call that shit southpaw
[?] pass onto Davis, look like we playin' football
We Aston Martin lane turnin', still juggin', road runnin'
Doin' shows, stick clutchin', I'm in the tub, bare bustin'

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin'
Couple pussy niggas from the hood, ain't nothin'
I caught that case in Ohio, man they told on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold on you
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window
Good rapping ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders
I'ma make a jugg from January to the end of December
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions (Count up)