DVNBeatz - Take A Trip lyrics

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 X2 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 Chorus X2 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) Chorus