Lyrics DR TRAP PART 2 - Joey Trap

DR TRAP PART 2

(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