ROAD TRIP Video (MV)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I got a grip on the whip feel like a Rockstar.
Life feels like a road trip yeah really far.
Never give up if you believe and it's hard.
This shit never stops so sit back and listen to the bars.
Yeah all theses bitches they be mad.
I keep moving on to the top even if I'm sad.
Life goes on and on and I'm ready for that.
If you ain't ready to get your mind on that.
Yeah
Just free your feelings into a song son.
If you under pression just know that you can move on.
We don't want you here so go where you belong.
Like my dad said " if you happy keep it on".
Yeah
Bro everything happens for a reason.
If you driving in the wrong season.
Yeah I'm feeling like a pirate on a ship son.
Yeah
Finnese finesse that's all of your shit son.
Like I know you not real bitch I know it's a bet.
I don't know where I'm going but I know it's gon be great.
I Sip sip sip and now I'm smoking.
I heard you were doing more coke than a hoe.
Yung Hustler in my bedroom now I'm rolling.
F*ck OVO yeah my vision is so hollow.
Come closer yeah I swear I wont hurt ya.
I'm on the sofa and right now I ain't sober
If we come for you just know that it's over.
That bitch is so cute I can't stop looking at her.
Wavy Drums and my bars are like heavy guns.
I love to be gone pop some more just for fun.
In my jeans I got hella drugs just for fun.
You a fake thug yeah I know you is a pun.
Team ready with me I wouldn't play too much.
Sold a brick but this shit I don't love so much.
Smoke a blunt in my room and I eat the mush.
All I know is you wouldn't do such things.
Pour the lean until that I can't feel a thing.
I'm a fiend i wont stop till I settle things.
Shawty is slim thick but I don't feel a thing.
Shake that ass girl I love your g string.
She like my beat and my meat I know who's the realest.
Who's the illest ? Boy I know that you ain't serious.
I wanna bigger crib why the f*ck you grab my vest.
I want a benz nothing less they know who's the best.
Yung F*cking Lowkeyy I know who's the best here.
Finna bless him put the money over there.
Yung man tryna make it over there.
You faking hoe throw it in the air.
Wanna be rich like Rick Ross sippin on rosé.
My cob need to be straight but right now it's okay
In the future for me they'll build a mosqué.
Yeah we got them sticks but this shit ain't hockey.
Wavy Drums and my bars are like heavy guns.
I love to be gone pop some more just for fun.
In my jeans I got hella drugs just for fun.
You a fake thug yeah I know you is a pun.
Team ready with me I wouldn't play too much.
Sold a brick but this shit I don't love so much.
Smoke a blunt in my room and I eat the mush.
All I know is you wouldn't do such things.