DR TRAP PART 2 - Joey Trap

(Baby, let me show you 'bout the work

Pick the pounds up, once we hit the foreign church

Take the rounds up, just in case a nigga lurk

Imma skirt off, I might have to put them in the dirt)

Ayy, sending out with wrap

Whippin' in the kitchen, broke my wrist and hurt my damn back

Take a couple millies just to flip a rubber band pack

Fenty, purple molly, and the white, I got the damn crack

Audi rings, I’m flipping out the back like we in Beijing

Police on the block, it’s getting hot, this shit is blazing

I know she a thot, but then the sloppy feel amazing

Percocet and molly got your shorty acting crazy

Bitch, knock it off

She must think I love her, bitch, not at all

Keep the 30 on me, get the problem solved

Fiends taking fentanyl, they noddin' off

Nigga, get a bag

I already told you I’m not frontin', why you gettin' mad?

Y’all is acting pussy, lil' nigga, go and get a pad

I be in the future, and I know you nigga’s in the past

Ayy, what the fuck is good?

No I cannot be your nigga, baby, thought you understood

I be working at the business, then I send her to the hood

Y’all ain’t saving money up and Imma say you really should

Ayy, I already did

I ain’t talking 'bout the fitted, we aiming at your lip

If he never pay my money back then we gon' snatch his kids

If he wanna be the quarter back then we gon' send a blitz

Nigga, fuck your life

I don’t mean to be too disrespectful, I could fuck your wife

Me and you, we got a different mental, I’m as sharp as a knife

I be chopping beats up with the pencil, and send it to knice

Ayy, this is easy

I be rolling up the zaza, nigga this the bleezy

I be looking up like haha, I be on my TV

Nigga, you don’t want the drama, you could get the three piece

Ayy

Baby, let me show you 'bout the work

Pick the pounds up, once we hit the foreign church

Take the rounds up, just in case a nigga lurk

Imma skirt off, I might have to put them in the dirt