Day Trippin'

Roasted, rolling with my homies coasting

Down the boulevard in a car that is stolen

We smoking, blowing O's out the window

With those cops posted, so you know that we not focused

Bloodshot focals, the sty on my eye is swollen

My guys are zoning 'til we notice the swine's patrolling

Oh shit, look bro, it's the cops!

Now, we almost went and pulled over & stopped

Until we thought about the trunk locked and loaded with pot

What if the cop's hops out locked and loaded with Glocks

Supposedly not, our car slowly rolled to a stop

We didn't even notice, next thing you know

It's the officer knocking on our like "what you smoking that pot for?"

Told him that I took break from smoking this pot

And then the way I hit the gas, it would've made the nigga ask me if motherfuckin' brake was broken or not, bitch

 

 

Me and Clyde been fryin’ cabbage like some mothafuckin savages

Y’all been puffin’ that average, our shit sick as some pathogens

no pacifists, we pass the spliff then crack ‘ya wig (yuh!)

Smash the ribs of active pigs patrollin’ while we’re ashin’ hits

Before they call for backup, really i’m bout to crack up

‘Cause i done smoked too much ‘that shit that I had packed up

Inside my bowl i roasted, ghosted the shit, i’m coastin’

Posted up in the whip, windows up so the smoke’s in

Windows up like a desktop, blunts are fat like a dreadlock

Windows up like a sweatshop, eyes red like a dead cop

Headshots at the opps, leavin’ rubble like bedrock

we stay smoking the best pot, Got us choking like headlocks

These muthafuckas really don’t know, i feel like i’m movin in slomo

The hate stay the best promo, gotta go get sum dat dro for the lowlow

y’all ain’t fuckin wit my old flows, bow when you enter my dojo

I finally entered my own zone, blowin this smoke burnin holes in the Ozone