SUV MODE - Joey Trap

I came from the mud, made thousands off of ziplocs

I came out the mud, ayy

I came from the bottom, I made thousands off of ziplocs

Rollie, rollie, like my rosary, no tick tock, uh

Pray to God we make it out from all this stick talk

spider drive it fast, spinnin' big blocks

, like woah

Clip on me, like woah

Bitch wan' eat, like woah

Come get dick, she old

Come get deep, she old

I had the Glock when I came out the trap

Feel like a maggot, I’m bringing it back

I’m off of ecstasy, I feel intact, ayy

I’m balling even with injury, huh

I’m never seen nothin' but victory, huh

I’m selling grams it gets slippery, huh

We put you outta your misery, huh

Made it out the trenches, huh

Rari rari flexing, huh

You ain’t sure you guessing, huh

Got your shorty dressing up

Wavy I be soul, soul searching

Ziploc, I sold dope on purpose

Shorty bad, but she know I’m workin'

Porsche truck and you know I’m swervin'

I’m mystery, huh

Your shorty over here kissin' me, huh

Think I’m the G.O.A.T.

in the industry, huh

You cut it open with symmetry, huh

My shooters doin' geometry, yeah

Think that the police is on to me, yeah

I think I need an apology, yeah

None of these rappers is as hard as me, yeah

Benz truck or the Wraith, yeah, I’m choosy

Came far with my life, like a movie

Chops up on my stick, Call of Duty

Watch us and you know we make movies

I came from the bottom, I made thousands off of ziplocs

Rollie, rollie, like my rosary, no tick tock, uh

Pray to God we make it out from all this stick talk

spider drive it fast, spinnin' big blocks

, like woah

Clip on me, like woah

Bitch wan' eat, like woah

Come get dick, she old

Come get deep, she old

I had the Glock when I came out the trap

Feel like a maggot, I’m bringing it back

I’m off of ecstasy, I feel intact, ayy