"OT Trip" genre: Hip Hop
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	A young hustlers tale of trying to make that one come up that will put them on forever. This song is very vivid, so come take the trip.
	Label: 13th Floor Entertainment Credits: Produced by Troy "All Night" Long For 13th Floor Entertainment. Mixed by Dexterity & All Night Long.
	Lyrics OT Trip Written by Gen'eral (Khari Kinsey) Verse I Son what is this vultures scooping my click ridiculous Right about now you probably wishing y'all could stick this But dig this come around my way with out you biscuit Get your cap twisted by nigga that's relentless Now feel this imagining how many cats that want to kill this Got me skied out on top of buildings Looking down at the children I see god body's building Nigga's on the block try to stack a million They huddled up talking about some OT They wanna take it down VA where it's a fifty a G So now they I-95ing, buggy eyed wide body Running toll bridges watching Gotti See mean whips attracts mean chicks Mean chick see the mean whips now they want to suck mean dick It's all part of the plans to get the money then scram But OT trips consist of alias and gram You and your man get on the horn so y'all can call up fame Pretty Tone he call the shots him and that stank bitch Pam 1,000 grams of raw-yea that they just coped from off of Broadway Doing the speed limit not trying to see Rahway Skip exit 7a lets take it straight down south I-95 to 13 get it a bounce y'all niggas know the deally And all my real thugs feel me Let's take a weed break hit Allegheny once we get to Philly Cop some blue bags you thugged-out with the do-rags Three bundles in a plastic bag that's all duke had Hit the liquor store cop some Dutch's and beer Drink em up fast and buckle up we bout to hit Delaware Chorus What y'all know about fifty a gram down south I-95 with fake names burning them down What y'all know about fifty a gram down south Real niggaz get the money regulate and be out Verse II So now they in Dover switch the whip play the Range Rover Choping up boulders praying they don't get pulled over And if the do fake names better match up If not the getting bagged up they don't want no bad luck Scared shitless they tape the gats to the engines Heard sirens false alarm that's just a fire engine Chill god we almost there one they replied Exotica got the noid you can see it in his eyes But Tone just laid back put his flip on roam Son let's drop this package off hurry and get back home New Jer-use is where they live they ain't trying to do bids Felt a little safer once they hit the Chesapeake bridge Now it's on kill the weed smell with fresh cologne Hop out the whip like superstars dripping with stones Where them nigga from Trenton gold teeth gritting Something ain't feeling right yo! get the gats from out the engine Ain't no problem yo! you got the dough we got the coke Ain't no need for talking just make this sell and let's go So they did it now it's over hop back inside the Rover 13 to 95 to start the journey back over And shit is funny they put them on with that money Because the gave them fifty thousand for a thousand grams of dummies

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