Chorus
Let's take a trip
Let's take a trip
Just copped a zip, roll up a spliff
Pack the bong, let's take some rips
Let's take a trip
Let's take a trip
Just copped a zip, roll up again
Hot box the whip, no oxygen
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Verse (Axle P)
Puffing on the best of trees
Stuffin' that shiz with that OG
Please leave a message after the beep
Busy ingestin that grade a green
That master piece that make em say uhhhh
Master P, I'm trippin like I had two left feet
This k**er dank gettin the best of me
We puff puff pa** till I rest in peace
Only keep Green Goblins next to me
With that Mary Jane no Peter Parker in the recipe!
Always smokin' heavily, stay baked until next week
Hella weed be the remedy OH YES INDEED
I get so high always above the snakes and snoopers
I said I get so f**ing high call me Juicy J junior
Axle P be the beat bodying and bruiser
n***as skeet on your b**hes body and lose her
Always making moves, a maneuver
Haters talkin' sh** they just some losers
But if it didn't come out my mouth, don't buy into all the rumors
If we ain't talkin' money, I don't share you sense of humor
I'm a money pursuer, I dodge those feds and state troopers
Lookin' out for entrepreneurs
Won't catch me I'm high in Jupiter
Travelin' the whole universe, so damn ripped off this nuclear
Axle P put in stupid work
Now leave me to my OG Purp, n***a
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Verse (Nick A)
Takin' a trip, I'm so damn lit
I'm smokin' on some grade A, what it's called is irrelevant
What I spit is excellence, the life I live is reckless
I'm in the whip with the windows up and I can't finish no sentence
f**in' high, I'm in the sky
f** smokin' outside let's take a drive
Cuz it's hot box season
Me and my n***as, finna smoke till we can't see sh**
Me and my n***as been smokin' dro, that potent smoke, that make you float
Keep covered most, that tokey toke
Got you laughin' and I ain't even tell a joke!
Please stop laughin' get to packing'
Swerve the whip till we lose traction (skerrrrt)
Just copped a half I'm talkin' fractions
I smoke to much my lungs are hackin
Dutch guts, some papers, a blunt wrap, and my bong packed
I roll up enormous J's and smoke them down to thumb tacks
Smoke till I get backtracks, I got hella wax in my backpack
I heat the nail and drop the dome and ask where the hell is my dab at
You hit small, I dab fat
Intakes from the gas mask
Puff one two then pa** that (here you go)
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