Joey Trap Trap Keys
[Intro]
Oh, that's me on the keys, stupid
You heard? (Haha)
[Verse]
Down for the bread every night, bitch I need that (Trap)
Middle fingers up every day, f..ck your feedback
Nine with the beam, finna aim, take your kneecaps
This ain't your girl anymore, mind your beeswax
Run to the bank while I laugh, I don't chase hoes (Duh)
Hella fast in this whip, I don't stay float (Heard?)
I'm in the lab make it slap, so just take notes
Why would I ask for your dubs, I need bankrolls
How the f..ck is you fly with no haters?
Been in my bag and I grind like a skater
Nine on my hip and this nine got a laser
This vs so [?] Hennessy with no chaser
Kloud Gang up, baby trap, I be spazzin'
Propane tongue, when I spit, call it gassin'
No flame on, I'm just fire like a dragon
Your girl ain't home, 'cause she here and I'm tappin' (Huh?)
Your girl ain't home, 'cause she here and I'm tappin' (Huh?)
Meme God flow, west coast be slappin'
Oh I produced this track, how that happen?
I got in the booth, now my fingers is magic
Young Rich Squad, man you boys can't even sit here
I ride with three hoes, like a reindeer
Don't ask, "What's in my cup?," but it ain't beer
She bossed up, wasn't [?], but she came here
Look, I'ma gas her
I f..ck like two times, then I pass her
I met her last night, she a dancer
She called me all night, don't answer
Look, said I'm broke, man he probably high
Shawty didn't want to f..ck, told that bitch, "Bye" (Bye)
Never ain't countin' guap, like my bread pie
In a Benz, smokin' dope while I pass by
Ayy, sorry I ain't got a hook for this
You should see the way the competition gon' be shook from this
I be gassin' everything I'm on, don't need a book for this
She hit me in my dm's for the addy, just to look for this (Haha)
I'm a mo-fuckin' goblin
Like Kloud God, I'm a mo-fuckin' God then
[?] wanna talk, then we robbin'
Those Levi's, these some mo-fuckin' Robins
Hit a three fly, why that nigga always poppin'
She three live when she dance, never stoppin'
That's your girl, I ain't know she was choppin'
And I'm really mad that she already started toppin' (Top)
I don't need friends 'cause my bitch bad
I ain't let her f..ck, so your bitch mad
When I'm in my bed, I'ma bitch that
Why you always talkin' 'bout that shit that you don't have? (Gang)
Ayy, I don't lie, check my bankroll
It's some laced Gucci kicks, I don't lace those
I'm my whip, with my bitch, coutin' pesos
I'm so sick, roll my shit and I face those
Big watch, big bands, bitch
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, bitch
Kinda went from stackin' all my dollars to a bad bitch
I been in my bag, I don't wanna be your friend, bitch
Ha, trap keys, these just trap keys
Trap please flip a pack, like a trapeze
Stack cheese on a block, work a bitch knees
Gucci to my socks, you don't have these
[Outro]
Uh, gang gang
