Taking Trips

Lyrics

Thirty rounds I keep the heat Pistol in the jam wit me Peanut butter on my seats I get high, yeah I blow trees Got yo bitch ain't talkin freeze Whip the foreign with no keys Bought the crib, ain't need no lease Now I'm smoking 93 Fuck your set they ain't on shit With the squad and we get lit I'll take a nigga bitch, if they talking all that shit Diamonds wet just like a pool, D2 toting on that tool Hoe you better keep yo cool hundred rounds finna let loose I be riding with the guys, bitch it ain't no damn surprise I be smoking on that gas, I got red all in my eyes