Baby Momma Drama

[Intro: Joey Trap]
Aight, aight
(Look) Look
Lamborghini not a rental‚ I'ma dip off
Do a hundred out my driveway‚ pissed off
Shawty kissin' on my tattoos‚ lip gloss
Good top, almost tore my damn dip off- haha
Good top, almost tore my damn dick off (My dot red‚ just like Clifford)
Aight, I can do that
(Look) Yeah, yeah
(Akachi on the beat‚ lil' bitch)

[Verse 1: Joey Trap]
Lamborghini not a rental, I'ma dip off
Do a hundred out my driveway, pissed off
Shawty kissin' on my tattoos, lip gloss
Good top, almost tore my damn dick off
I said, "Why you so muh-fuckin' crazy, bitch?
You only like me because I'm rich
You only like that my dick is big
Want me to nut just to have my kids!"
I can't give a bitch a ring like she rose out of sonic
Ironic, I'd probably be carnage if I had a comic
I'm buggin', your bitch I be tonguin'
Them bands I be thumbin'
Them numbers I'm runnin', hold up
I only fuck cause she fat, huh
I needed head from the back, uh
Shootin' windows with my mac, uh
Pro tools I be strapped

[Verse 2: Tokyo's Revenge]
I remember fightin' niggas super pissed off, uh
Jump a nigga, just like criss-cross, uh
Big dog, what you pissed for?
Big metal, stick a nigga like a pitchfork
Dippin' into the race, hoppin' out at your place
Put that dick in your face, now go open the safe
Beat his ass, like a case
Get that bag, then I race
Look, I can't never let a nigga try to ever control me
I'ma blow her back out then I suck on her toes, B
Bullets got him dancin' in the dark, just like he Joji
White bitch with that powder, like that cardio protein

[Verse 3: Joey Trap]
Look, I eat five star, uh, you three, two
I get one band, like per letter
It say "Gucci" on my sweater
I need freak bitch, ain't nothin' better
Cold, like my muh-fuckin' gang, look
We be really grippin' on them thangs, look
Wore my Louboutins up in the rain
Baby momma callin', let it ring

[Interlude: Joey Trap]
Aight, sike, I'ma pick this shit up, hol' up, haha
Hello?
Yo, why the fuck you ain't been payin' no child support?
You actin' all like, "YRS, Young Rich Squad," can't even pay fuckin' no child support, broke ass nigga
You ain't even
Yo, honestly I'm fuckin' fed up with this shit, like
Yo, I ain't even nut in you, bitch

[Verse 4: Joey Trap]
Look, uh
I ain't know I had a kid
I fucked that bitch, then I left, look
That bitch is, look, uh
I slap the muh-fuckin' tits off her
I fuck that bitch, then I dip off, look
All of my niggas, we crazy, uh
I swear, I'm a 90' baby (Ayy, look)

[Verse 5: Tokyo's Revenge]
Don't check the price, I just purchase, uh
They wanna cross me, like churches, uh
These niggas chicken like Church's, uh
Two straps on my belt like, uh, purses? Uh
These niggas be talkin' a lot, I don't hear that trash right
Sea sick on my neck a rock, lookin' like a flash light
We play with the lead a lot, I don't mean no graphite
Look, she suck me, she have no lips, uh
I heard that bitch has four kids, uh
I cannot go find my dick
I think I lost it in her ribs, uh
That bitch is paraplegic, uh
I give her meat, she a vegan, uh
I told that bitch she gon' eat it, uh
Even if it make her sea sick, uh
She gon' throw up on me, I like it

[Verse 5: Joey Trap]
Niggas say they got white, I'm Michael
Jackson's on me, throw out 20's, recycle
I sip on codeine, don't chase it with Sprite though, uh
Think I'm addicted to meth, uh
Smell chemicals on my breath, uh
Spit on the beat make it dead
You need to go get your bread up
Uh, yeah, you know Joey's got them bands
Feel like I'm fuckin' Metallica
I fuck that bitch in the Acura uh
Sike, I'm never in a fuckin' Honda, uh
Life is such a bitch and so is karma, uh
Slappin' up these niggas like E. Honda
I'm a motherfuckin' street fighter

[Outro: Joey Trap]
Uh, look, uh-uh, huh, Hadouken!
Uh, I fuck that bitch and I'm shootin', uh
Told her, "Hop in or you losin'"
Perfect
I really don't have a kid, by the way