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Bak on the Road Video (MV)




Performed By: Alabama Nick
Length: 2:58
Written by: Nichlous Thomas




Alabama Nick - Bak on the Road Lyrics




I'm Back on the road Covid 19
I done got my vaccine
Round 2 in plain view
Still masked up
Ahh chew
I ain't even gone ask you
Imma just slip right past you
Got em goin nuts
Sorta like a cashew
Got the bird flu
My cash blue


Flew the coupe
We thru the roof
We off the meter
We off scale
All hail to the king
Man
I go way back
I'm still a hot boy bling bling
You still a BG
I'm out in Turks and Caicos
I'm goin gik like Fabo
I'll getcu dunn dunn
They know
Rip Shawty Lo
I DM'd Gucci Mane
He read it
He ain't me back tho
They let me in thru the back door
VIP let the sparkles glow
I'm witcho yo favorite ho
Still rep the 334
They don't never show me love tho
That's ok bro
Bel Air rose
By the case load
Got em all on my payroll
Niggas sweet like Caro
On my king shit
Like Pharoh
Veered off from the main road
I'm in my own lane
Got my own code


Lane switchin'
With the paint drippin'
Got the roof missin'
Grain grippin'
Lean sippin'
Money flippin'
We dippin'
These niggas trippin'
Like Eddie Griffin
Dunk on head
Scottie Pippen
Talk to the feds
No mo livin'
Got caught slippin'
Body missin'
Body missin'


I'm Back on the road Covid 19
I done got my vaccine
I done got rid of my main chick
Now my side chick
Is my main bitch
It's complicated
I ain't frustrated
I'm so elated
They still hate it
It's truncated
So don't debate it
I finally made it
I was tired of waitin'
Now my wrist is on freeze
Kinda like I'm ice skatin
Hotel got the star rating
That's 5 or better
I'm in the ice room
Vodka tasting
In a Coogi sweater
I'm in the ice room
Vodka tasting
In a Coogi sweater
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I'm Back on the road Covid 19
I done got my vaccine
Round 2 in plain view
Still masked up
Ahh chew
I ain't even gone ask you
Imma just slip right past you
Got em goin nuts
Sorta like a cashew
Got the bird flu
My cash blue


Flew the coupe
We thru the roof
We off the meter
We off scale
All hail to the king
Man
I go way back
I'm still a hot boy bling bling
You still a BG
I'm out in Turks and Caicos
I'm goin gik like Fabo
I'll getcu dunn dunn
They know
Rip Shawty Lo
I DM'd Gucci Mane
He read it
He ain't me back tho
They let me in thru the back door
VIP let the sparkles glow
I'm witcho yo favorite ho
Still rep the 334
They don't never show me love tho
That's ok bro
Bel Air rose
By the case load
Got em all on my payroll
Niggas sweet like Caro
On my king shit
Like Pharoh
Veered off from the main road
I'm in my own lane
Got my own code


Lane switchin'
With the paint drippin'
Got the roof missin'
Grain grippin'
Lean sippin'
Money flippin'
We dippin'
These niggas trippin'
Like Eddie Griffin
Dunk on head
Scottie Pippen
Talk to the feds
No mo livin'
Got caught slippin'
Body missin'
Body missin'


I'm Back on the road Covid 19
I done got my vaccine
I done got rid of my main chick
Now my side chick
Is my main bitch
It's complicated
I ain't frustrated
I'm so elated
They still hate it
It's truncated
So don't debate it
I finally made it
I was tired of waitin'
Now my wrist is on freeze
Kinda like I'm ice skatin
Hotel got the star rating
That's 5 or better
I'm in the ice room
Vodka tasting
In a Coogi sweater
I'm in the ice room
Vodka tasting
In a Coogi sweater
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Writer: Nichlous Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Thug Soul Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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