12Hr Trip Lyrics – 23RcB
Singer: 23RcB
Title: 12Hr Trip
Verse 1:
I was raised in that one sh#t
You know the rest
I been that n#gg#
I got destined for greatness carved in my flesh
These n#gg#s sick
Said what i was gone do and then i did it
The bread I give my lawyers got cases gettin acquitted
I’ma big boss
Deal in stick talk
Chop make you crip walk
Young supplier
Try to run off and get yo life bought
3 bows broke down to 3.5s I made yo b#tch do it
Don’t hit my phone if it ain’t bout bread i speak that sh#t fluent
Hood n#gg# turnt entertainer that’s what I’m on
I’m too thorough never do no lil freaky sh#t for no pros
Never rattеd on my mans
Testifying on no stand
White sticks like thе klan
Keep the blow like a fan
Tied in with the mob
I heard they found him in the van
He ain’t comin outside
He traumatized from the lead
Street sign got teddy bears
He damn near finna come fed
A while ago he was a savage n#gg# shakin his dreads
Aye
Pressure on don’t think lil bro can handle that played it crazy threw a clean up party down at Saks
Get some pape you rather trip about a rat
Running plays catching bags warren sapp
Hook:
On 1 94 with a trunk full of bows on souls finna play it so cold in this b#tch
God forbid if a n#gg# get flicked on that road on bro I don’t know a soul in that b#tch
2 hoes in a rented Tahoe switch plates just to stroll you bet not try to fold in this b#tch
When a n#gg# make it home yea best believe its on finna up sloppy roll off a 12 hour trip
Aye
Verse 2:
Ima let my nuts hang
Take the harder way watch me I can cook it in the pot or use the microwave
I’m sauced up stacking stupid pape
Its car notes putting fits together got a hundred on my back a couple on my waist
A thousand for my jeans a half of stack for what be on my feet my pockets so obese you poor as f#ck and continue to speak shut the f#ck up I ain’t tryna hear it
Yeah you got the mains on but you got them off clerance
We ain’t in the same league touch the same cheese hit the same freaks b#tch you ain’t me yea I know you wanna be but that sh#t dead the only place you really verified is in yo head
I’m young and wise I been knowing got hella zips I been blowing raised around the white it been snowing don’t sip lean but my cuz pouring
Custos I got those
From contraband and shoe stores
Ima big boss like Caine hoe
Yaw lil n#gg#s just gustos
Y’all lil n#gg#s hella lame and I peep it you think them frames and them chains got a meaning a lame is a lame it don’t matter how you clean it you just food without the seasoning and my n#gg#s still gone eat it
Hook:
On 1 94 with a trunk full of bows on souls finna play it so cold in this b#tch
God forbid if a n#gg# get flicked on that road on bro I don’t know a soul in that b#tch
2 hoes in a rented Tahoe switch plates just to stroll bet not try to fold in this b#tch
When a n#gg# make it home yea best believe its on finna up sloppy roll off a 12 hour trip
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