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Racks on, racks on

Yeah, road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Please lord don’t let me go to jail tonight
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Please lord don’t let me go to jail tonight

Niggas start … heard about me through they maze
Heard how I put them white bricks inside the vans
No skateboard shit, I ain’t talking vans
Got a 12 gauge chopper in the barrel of these cans
40 on that hoe, got them in a trance,
Got dancing shoes on, she say she like the way it dance
Yeah, get money count band, … motherfuckers see the grams
Pop that crystal plate, better take my resume
Not the 50 though, couldn’t have a better day
You niggas caught up in the hype, in this day dreaming shit
And I was trafficking the white

Yeah, road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Please lord don’t let me go to jail tonight
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Please lord don’t let me go to jail tonight

Work, what you know about a nigga
Realest nigga in it, ask your whore about me nigga
… real nigga team, I’m stressed in life, for a dollar and a dream
5 bullets 50, 10 for the…
Hunned bricks later… gotta thank the streets today for food on my table
And I stay hot, undercover tahoe… watch out for them pot holes
Conspiracy nigga, seriously nigga, you don’t wanna go against they grand jury nigga
So when I see you in the club with your jury nigga
… I ain’t heard you nigga
Road trips yeah I’m trafficking the white
Go with this shit yeah you might get life

Yeah, road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Please lord don’t let me go to jail tonight
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Please lord don’t let me go to jail tonight

I switch cars with the mexicans
I just hope this ain’t the car they arrest me in
The highway is on fire, diesel in the doors
Coke in the tires
It’s the price that you pay when you’re a supplier
The lord knows I’m just trying to make it to the fire
Seat belt on, 2 hands on the wheel
I break it all down, it’s least a couple mills
Get rid of the weight, keep all of the pills
I ain’t gotta be here, I just do it for the thrills
A nigga waitin on me say he want the whole shit
Never spend the profit, put it on the whole flip
Those that like to gossip, they don’t really know shit
What you… this year, I made in ’06
When I hit the crib, I’ma smoke a whole zip
Cause I made it back safe from another road trip
And I’m gone

Yeah, road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Please lord don’t let me go to jail tonight
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the white
Please lord don’t let me go to jail tonight.

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