Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40 Bars, artist - Joey Trap. Album song Stackin P's, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kloud Gang Entertainment
Song language: English
40 Bars |
Stupid |
TG on this track |
LowTheGreat, LowTheGreat, LowTheGreat, LowTheGreat |
Ay |
Fuckin' with these bandz |
Got my pockets and my eyes low |
Wrist too clean, my nigga, I call it time froze |
Your girlfriend, wanna fuck that’s not even my hoe |
Imma do the dash and bounce to a different time zone |
Eyes low, hey, lil nigga! |
You a nice guy, you ain' pullin' on no triggas' |
She a wild bitch and a fuckin' gold digga' |
And that tommy always on me I ain’t wearing Hilfiger |
Or like, I get bread and don’t say shit |
Issa new whip and my bands it’s a space ship |
Bucket in my bag, and my niggas gettin' caked with |
She get in her, feelings now I’m mad, so you’re fake bitch |
Stupid! |
(haha) I’m on hot shit |
He talk shit (pop pop) |
He get shot quick |
Made 20 bands on the chicks, on my side bitch |
Came up, and ran with the shit, and I got rich |
It’s over! |
Ay! |
What this a Rolex? |
Catch me with a bad foreign bitch and we both flex |
Tell me how we trappin niggas, sippin' on this Hitech |
Need 2 pounds loud, give me 5 secs |
We got the hot shit |
We got the mob sticks |
We take them shots, like them pics we gon' crop shit |
Over! |
Ay! |
Lil baby |
Give her 2 Xans and she start acting crazy |
Sip a lil lean with my bro now we lazy |
I hopped out that Mazi, so they wanna fade me (Dummy!) |
I don’t fight so you should bring a vest |
Matter fact, that shit don’t really matter |
We gon' hit your head |
Aiming and off tops like I’m spittin' verses made of lead |
Then these niggas crop |
Like we Instagram his fuckin' head |
Why you so mad, my nigga, I get bucks? |
My bitch ain’t average, nigga, you fuck ducks |
I’ve been in my bag lil nigga don’t give fucks |
And a bitch shake ass for Donald, but don’t suck |
Like chill |
I rap about it I don’t post about it |
All my niggas catchin' bodies, never really spoken about it |
Deffo' gotta catch you out in traffic, we gon' take you out it |
All I know is I be ridin' in a fuckin' Audi |
All these niggas actin' all stupid, don’t get fucking rowdy |
Kloud Gang, caught shit, set, I get fuckin' Kloudy |
Stupid |