Lyrics 40 Bars - Joey Trap

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