Lil Ginobili - 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

Written by:
Jayrese Rider

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