Road Trip

It's Mike and Johnny back come on let's hit the road

Just bitch smack the tarmac, and time can eat a chode

We watched horizon crack, our natural cue to go

Ripped off the rearview cause forward's all we know

Packing up the luggage, we putting down the soft top

Headed off for Cali for shawty's in they crop tops

Disconnect the brakes, this whip will not stop

Cleaner than the days when his Cobalt got popped

Don't try calling me cause I got my phone on silent

Fuck the status quo, let my ego run as tyrant

If your ass forgot me, this track will remind it

If you forgot your ass, you're on your own to find it