Road Trip, Pt. 2

RIP my nigga Ken, disrespect we drop a brick on you Shoot his crib up and tie him up, John Wick on him I'm drowning, dropped a 6 in my fruit punch That bitch she wanna cuff but this ain't that you just a drunk slut Quarter ounce in, flip that bitch I just want bucks Fiends getting served, wipe his nose he just act tough I'm finna hit the road with pressed pills and like 3 guns Hmmph, yeah We gone hit the road, yeah we gone hit the road Got a 90 pack, I hit the road and then I bust the load I'm hoping, pray to god that I make it home We gone hit the road, yeah we gone hit the road Got a 90 pack, I hit the road and then I bust the load I'm hoping, pray to god that I make it home You ain't take a risk, you ain't take a trip My pops use to hit the road and flip that dog shhhh Chances that you gotta take you just gotta put in leg work Get it out the mud and never switch, just keep yo head up Pillow talking niggas, man I hate it that's a bad habit Kill a nigga, tie his body up and hide in Grand Rapids Had to put my favorite hoodie on, I killed his granddaddy Got a 30 script from my cousin and his hands ashy Every day, I wake up pray to god the lord let me win Walked in the Ville with 30,000 and I'm off a pill I ain't buying bottles if it's cracked, it better have a seal Blake told me, hmmph Step on it, like you play with pills, they shot my mentor In my head, so I'm knowing it's real Shhhhh, but you know the killas dead Feds swept up my niggas, I'm alone, I'm pouring red Disrespect again, mask up, aiming at his head Whiplash his neck, so what the fuck you finna say again nigga?C'mon We gone hit the road, yeah we gone hit the road Got a 90 pack, I hit the road and then I bust the load I'm hoping, pray to god that I make it home We gone hit the road, yeah we gone hit the road Got a 90 pack, I hit the road and then I bust the load I'm hoping, pray to god that I make it home