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