Young Thug – Road Rage (Audio, Lyrics)

Young Thug, off His new project, unveils the “Road Rage” song produced by prodbysmo & Taurus. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Young Thug Road Rage

Young Thug announced Punk two years ago, shortly after releasing his official studio debut, So Much Fun. The lengthy wait for the album’s release left fans with much anticipation, though, projects like Slime Language 2 and Slime & B with Chris Brown effectively held fans over until Punk dropped.

The tracklist is stacked with features from Drake, J. Cole, Gunna, Future, and even the late Mac Miller. Many of his collaborators join the ever-eccentric world of Thugger but the rapper himself pushes the boundaries of his universe even further on Punk. “Road Rage,” for example,” finds Thug diving into his desires to obtain wealth by any means. With Taurus and prodbysmo handling the dreamy production on the track, Thugger showcases how he’s manifested his dreams of buying a Corvette to crashing it, only to purchase another one.

Young Thug – Road Rage (prod. prodbysmo & Taurus)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Taurus

[Verse 1]
Hopscotchin’ through the street, I’m tryin’ not to fall
She pray to God that I make it home before tomorrow mornin’
I’m tryna tell her to pick a Rollie, but she don’t care at all
Don’t care nothin’ ’bout my drank, my portion’s what I’m comin’ for
I been keepin’ up with my city
High performance on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
Just in case I run into her, I’m tryin’ my best to stay spiffy, yeah

[Chorus]
See the pussies on the sideline wishin’ that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I’m ’bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl

[Verse 2]
Evеry time they call in, young nigga ballin’
I went from tеllin’ them to try me to callin’ shots
And I wanna know what’s on your mind, what you thinkin’ ’bout
And I wanna know if I can change it, let’s take you out
Private flight to France, such a change in trends
I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he a ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last two weeks been busy from movin’ in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patrón, 50 Cent
I bent the corner and seen my bros gettin’ rich
Signed another check for a couple million on a jet
Swear to God, 2006, my sickest dream was buyin’ a ‘Vette
Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin’ them bales up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin’
Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it’s the blackened one
I got shows way in Hong Kong, I’m the chosen one
You frozen tongue, you won’t say it twice, I’ll greet you with a gun, nigga

[Chorus]
See the pussies on the sideline wishin’ that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I’m ’bout to tell it all
I just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl, oh, yeah
I’m road raging to the millions if I have to crawl