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take a trip - itsmanman, playerrways & day3 lyrics

[verse 1: k7thefinesser & itsmanman]
i shoot long range with the chop and i ain’t got a scope
n*ggas call me a clown, i turned him to a joke
let’s celebrate an opp down, we gon’ make a toast
and i don’t like to be normal, i like to do the most
i got a lot of ho b*tches, they love to scream my name
i just put ’em on the blade just to get me paid
chopped a brick up, you can call me sensei
put ’em on a plane on the way to penn state
you can’t stop the grind ’cause i’ma keep trappin’
stinc team on tour so we gon’ keep rappin’
and i ain’t f*ckin’ with these n*ggas that got hotastics
f*ck, i ran out of ammo, but i’ma keep blastin’
d*mn, and it don’t make no sense
gave her smoke for some dope, i served him through the tint
fishbowl in the coupe, i need to get a tint
car stay full of b*tches (alright) and they all a ten

[verse 2: itsmanman & playerrways]
hoppin’ out the car with two hoes and they both nines
gango send a blitz, i bet they snaked out on this o line
the glock o just hit a young n*gga with a four*five
don’t try to vouch, we whackin’ n*ggas off for tryna cosign
n*ggas soft, they cryin’ over hoes that i been f*cked
the ar got a muzzle, two threes gon’ get him picked up
he talk for nothin’, shot his knee out ’cause he was 6’1″
don’t get punked, 12 on his back, gave him a hiccup (hmm)
i had left my pistol in the car, i had to knock him out
n*gga, you can’t get a rebound if you ain’t boxin’ out
in houston with a b*tch named whitney, got a rocket out
the ar on me with the double d’s, it’ll drop a cow
i just wanna hit*quit the b*tch, this a one*done
she been suckin’ all day, i left her tongue numb (alright)
[?] want smoke, so it ain’t sh*t to get they lungs [?] (playerr)
trip sue yung, [?] nunchucks (let me pop it, what i say?)
[verse 3: playerrways]
let’s go take a trip to mei ling, i’m buckin’ her for nunchucks
i’m like a scrubby, never hit for chili, he’s not on nothin’
and he a bum, he wearin’ levi jeans with the played*out dunks
his grimies on me in my syrup bag, it’s a hun*dun*dun
and ts with me, janky crib, he gon’ strip me down for rollie
benz coupe, city rollie, we ain’t in no stollie*mollie
not my brodie if he never smacked, i’m a well*known passer
got it out the muscle, no rap cap (alright), i’m not an actor
uh, this n*gga soft, bread so he’s a bagel
fly crip, he got it on, my engineer got palm angels
chiefin’ heavily, gallery dept., so keda got it on
no regular off*white so it’s supreme on these all*white bezos

[verse 4: day3]
black truck, the gang up in miami tryna take it all
i’m looseleaf smokin’ on tour bus and you still playin’ golf
on stage with a bully tucked, see rollie, make him take it off
why k!ll him the long way? the atl, i made it from the block
six deuce bangin’, but tgf i only make it out
i came a long way from eatin’ ramen, now i’m in the south
gang gang, i’ve been hittin’ up blocks, i’m on a different route
still chasin’ sh*t, don’t let me see an opp ’cause i’ma knock him down
stacked jeans bustin’, i’m spillin’ juice ’cause we some lean junkies
pourin’ fours, have manman throw it up and he gon’ really chuck it
yes, we be really clutchin’, florida state, who wanna public?
close gang gon’ keep a thumper, in the hu claimin’ numbers
n*ggas always talk about that sh*t like flockin’ new to me
i’m comin’ out the house, [?], tens on the seam
pourin’ up, i’m mixin’ green, g*ngb*ngin’ did a thing
pourin’ up, i’m mixin’ green, g*ngb*ngin’ did a thing

- itsmanman playerrways day3 lyrics

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