Road Trip lyrics

[Intro]
Saba you so icy

[Chorus]
Took a flight out to Hollywood, yeah, yeah
It's alright, I'm not going back
Catch a vibe, the goings getting good
But if you hit my line, all I'll do is laugh
I've put in, in, in, in
So many hours in this sh*t, yeah
Like so many hours in the crib, aye
But when will they learn?
You don't understand that it's not your turn
The stress, it gives me heartburn

[Verse 1]
I'm just like an onion, got layers like the Earth's crust
At a picnic eating Funyuns, staring up at the star dust
Turned nothing into something
We made it, goddamn it, who knew?
All the haters they'll say its fake, it's magic or it's voodoo
Got in my bag, hopped inside of a private jet
All the fake fans and hoes they left
I'll be a martyr if I reach my death
It'd be a heartbreak if I die too soon
It's a one stop shop, let's go to the moon
All these drugs I copped, I go to jail, I rot
These n*ggas lookin at me like, "Who knew?"
[Chorus]
Took a flight out to Hollywood, yeah, yeah
It's alright, I'm not going back
Catch a vibe, the goings getting good
But if you hit my line, all I'll do is laugh
I've put in, in, in, in
So many hours in this sh*t, yeah
Like so many hours in the crib, aye
But when will they learn?
You don't understand that it's not your turn
The stress, it gives me heartburn

[Verse 2]
Keep a rocket in my pocket, yeah
These b*tches don't know what to think
'Cause I been looking finer than a designer
How I came out here dripping with the mink
These n*ggas caps, these n*ggas fakes
Your life is for grabs, so I go to take
Yo' back that I stab, pull off in the wraith
'Cause they want the smoke so I copped an eighth, b*tch
Hand on my holster, I keep it upholstered
I f*ck on your b*tch and ride her like a coaster
Can't lie, no deny I been doing the most, bruh
She my favorite ride, I treat her just like SheiKra
They be smoking K2, I know they be some tweakers
Cook it up in the lab, I pour it in the beaker
Knock you back in the head and I finesse yo' sneakers
That's a victory to me, I'm man of the week, bruh
[Chorus]
Took a flight out to Hollywood, yeah, yeah
It's alright, I'm not going back
Catch a vibe, the goings getting good
But if you hit my line, all I'll do is laugh
I've put in, in, in, in
So many hours in this sh*t, yeah
Like so many hours in the crib, aye
But when will they learn?
You don't understand that it's not your turn
The stress, it gives me heartburn