Young Buck

"Road Trip"

[Intro]
Yeah
You know this designer sh*t, ain't new to it, n*gga
Street n*gga, from the dirt though

[Chorus]
I’m a project n*gga, this what we call drip (Drip, drip, drip)
Black tee, you can see my clip (You can see it)
I'm a dope boy, baby, this what we call whip (Whip, whip, whip)
Road trip, bag it up and zip (Skrrt)
But they tell me I ain't sh*t
b*tch, I’m up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit
Tried to tell me I ain't sh*t
b*tch, I'm up, but I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I’m lit, road trip

[Verse 1]
I just set the project dumpster on fire
Told my plug I’m gon' put it on the wire
Hope they let me in, my ID is expired
Brought them sticks out so somebody gettin’ retired
Brought a few bands out
Picture roof, I got 'bout fifty grand out
Thuggin' all out the mud too
This sh*t here ain't no hand-out
Snuck it up in this club too
These n*ggas know I ain’t playin' 'bout
None of this sh*t, I'm pullin' up like
What's that sh*t you sayin' 'bout
Buck, really let choppers buck
Really not understanding me until you got to duck
Really been out here playing with me, act like my knife don't cut (Say what?)
n*ggas been tryna slander me, act like your wife don't f*ck
What's up?

[Chorus]
I'm a project n*gga, this what we call drip (Drip, drip, drip)
Black tee, you can see my clip (You can see it)
I'm a dope boy, baby, this what we call whip (Whip, whip, whip)
Road trip, bag it up and zip (Skrrt)
But they tell me I ain't sh*t
b*tch, I'm up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit
Tried to tell me I ain't sh*t
b*tch, I'm up, but I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, road trip

[Verse 2]
I got the dice game going in the Breeze Way
The office open, hope the maintenance man don't see me
Project n*gga, I just wanna be on TV
Four baby mamas, man, I swear this sh*t ain't easy
She lost her Section 8 and said that I'm the reason
Gang members on the porch so now she leavin'
We been trappin' out the door and n*ggas eatin'
Buy lil' mama a new house so now we even
Buy the kids all of the free cups and sponsor all the fish fries
You might think I'm nothing, I'm the sh*t in your b*tch eyes
And my booster got my fit lit
And my shooters in this b*tch with 'bout six sticks, buckshot

[Chorus]
I'm a project n*gga, this what we call drip (Drip, drip, drip)
Black tee, you can see my clip (You can see it)
I'm a dope boy, baby, this what we call whip (Whip, whip, whip)
Road trip, bag it up and zip (Skrrt)
But they tell me I ain't sh*t
b*tch, I'm up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit
Tried to tell me I ain't sh*t
b*tch, I'm up, but I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, road trip

[Verse 2]
Candlelight tonight for all the dead locs
Spade game in the kitchen while we sell coke
Whole change how I'm livin', I can't spell broke
I done came home from prison, you ain't never went to jail before
Really be trappin' after dark, watchin' unmarkeds
Shoot it out with the sarge, f*ck a gun charge
Pullin' up on your mom, f*ck your whole squad
b*tch, better get out the Dodge if you don't want no part

[Chorus]
I'm a project n*gga, this what we call drip (Drip, drip, drip)
Black tee, you can see my clip (You can see it)
I'm a dope boy, baby, this what we call whip (Whip, whip, whip)
Road trip, bag it up and zip (Skrrt)
But they tell me I ain't sh*t
b*tch, I'm up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit
Tried to tell me I ain't sh*t
b*tch, I'm up, but I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, road trip

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