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letra de road trip freestyle - deep green

[verse]
yeah i got the rock, i’ma do road on my j’s with a z
just hit a spot, it’s feeling all hot like eighty degrees
there’s cheese everywhere, b in the air and it’s making me sneeze
f-ck a two gram, yeah i want a 3.5, that’s an eighth of a g
might take a little break from this rap sh-t
but i can’t take a break from this trap b-tch
shots go three times in twenty minutes, i call that a hat trick
let me roll up a fat spliff, smoke to myself can’t pass this
no rest for my lungs, book a dam trip
up in amsterdam, i’m on gang sh-t
this trap life ain’t easy, please believe me
smelly cats on my block like phoebе
i don’t need friends, they’re greedy
thеy say they’re down but not really
only roll with family, don’t pree me
rest in peace to don peeby
he knew how to get them pots steamy
whip, ready let’s ride it
red cup’s got henny inside it
fly boy, you can say i’ve been gliding
don’t slip cah my n-ggas might slide in
set up traps, i’m home alone
they love my raps, they call my phone
the flizz snap like toblerone
splish splash the water goes
nothing but d-mn beats that i’ve k!lled
i ain’t never made p from music
but i’ve made grands all in that field
ten toes and two heels
to a benz bro, that’s four wheels
these n-ggas all in their feelings
cah they know how i make these hoes feel
beam up, this trap’s a mess let me clean up
no codeine but i’m lean up
my whole team got their p’s up
we bout it, up six let me shout it
diamonds jumping, they pouncing
all this water i’m drowned in
stardog in my silvers n-gga
i don’t f-ck with no raw’s
out here, yeah it’s ruthless n-gga
i ain’t stuck to no laws
mask on when i’m booting n-gga
feds be clutching on straws
now i’m tryna do music n-gga
i’ve been stuck to these roads
ain’t sh-t changed, just a different day
same old kitchen, same old pot, gotta whip this caine
whip till my wrist is sprained
hence all of this ice out of this world like i lived in sp-ce
i spent most of my nights out in the trap, i ain’t hit no raves
i’ve done plenty, pockets feeling all hefty
f-ck the pigs, i don’t f-ck with pigs
cah them dutty pigs wan’ arrest me
handcuffs and then take me
be banged up, dodging wednesday
in my blue suede shoes, blue suede loubs
i’m feeling like elvis n-gga, that’s presley

- deep green

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