Victis - On The Road Lyrics

I murder a beat, you can't even kill this
You might be sick, but I am the illest
I got the stick, I'm finna drill it
Music is trash, I do not feel it
You are not slick, I always knew it
Caught you lacking let the Glock 22 hit
Saw you cappin' on the whole school that ain't it
You gonna die cuz bro gonna hit licks
I murder a beat, you can't even kill this
You might be sick, but I am the illest
I got the stick, I'm finna drill it
Music is trash, I do not feel it
You are not slick, I always knew it
Caught you lacking let the Glock 22 hit
Saw you cappin' on the whole school that ain't it
You gonna die cuz bro gonna hit licks
Ice on my neck
Rock a Patek
Running them checks
Stealing your ex
What happens next
Yeah she get necked
Wanna impress
Give it a rest
At it again
At the backend
I'm bussing in
Can't just pretend
Gotta protect
Save her from men
Sike not a simp
But I might hit
Ay gotta change up the flow
Lotta boys on the road
You don't wanna know
Tooka straight to the O
Ay gotta change up the flow
Lotta boys on the road
You don't wanna know
Tooka straight to the O
Tooka straight to the O
Tooka straight to the O
RIP Von man RIP Von
It's crazy
I murder a beat, you can't even kill this
You might be sick, but I am the illest
I got the stick, I'm finna drill it
Music is trash, I do not feel it
You are not slick, I always knew it
Caught you lacking let the Glock 22 hit
Saw you cappin' on the whole school that ain't it
You gonna die cuz bro gonna hit licks

I murder a beat, you can't even kill this
You might be sick, but I am the illest
I got the stick, I'm finna drill it
Music is trash, I do not feel it
You are not slick, I always knew it
Caught you lacking let the Glock 22 hit
Saw you cappin' on the whole school that ain't it
You gonna die cuz bro gonna hit licks
I murder a beat, you can't even kill this
You might be sick, but I am the illest
I got the stick, I'm finna drill it
Music is trash, I do not feel it
You are not slick, I always knew it
Caught you lacking let the Glock 22 hit
Saw you cappin' on the whole school that ain't it
You gonna die cuz bro gonna hit licks
Ice on my neck
Rock a Patek
Running them checks
Stealing your ex
What happens next
Yeah she get necked
Wanna impress
Give it a rest
At it again
At the backend
I'm bussing in
Can't just pretend
Gotta protect
Save her from men
Sike not a simp
But I might hit
Ay gotta change up the flow
Lotta boys on the road
You don't wanna know
Tooka straight to the O
Ay gotta change up the flow
Lotta boys on the road
You don't wanna know
Tooka straight to the O
Tooka straight to the O
Tooka straight to the O
RIP Von man RIP Von
It's crazy
I murder a beat, you can't even kill this
You might be sick, but I am the illest
I got the stick, I'm finna drill it
Music is trash, I do not feel it
You are not slick, I always knew it
Caught you lacking let the Glock 22 hit
Saw you cappin' on the whole school that ain't it
You gonna die cuz bro gonna hit licks