Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap & Z-Weezy
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap & Miss Madi
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
Joey Trap
[Intro]
Haha
Ooh, yee
I'm Back Bitch
Haha
'Kachi
'Kachi
Akachi
[Chorus]
Gucci, I got the best shit, oh my
Bitches wanna molest me, oh my
Police wanna arrest us, oh shit
One just kicked down the door, we outside
Used to be bout the trap shit, bando
Meechie he got the guns like Rambo
Wheezy I feel like coughing lean that
Beasting I spilled my cup, bitch clean that
[Post-Chorus]
Akachi, he on the beat, issa murder, uh
Joey be keeping the burner, uh
It's YRS, yeah, you heard of us
It's Joey baby let's turn this up
It's Joey baby let's turn this
It's Joey baby let's turn this
Look, okay
[Verse 1]
Gucci's these isn't Yeezys, wow
Diamonds dance like they breezy, wow
Chopper sing like its Drizzy, Drake
That's why we keep them choppers 'round
Chief just called these niggas fake
Hide your girl, my niggas snakes
No McDonalds, I eat steak
Filet on my dinner plate
I fuck it up got a meal ticket
I fuck around made a mill with it
Eat every day not bulimic, nigga
It's every day yelling, "Free my niggas"
[Pre-Chorus]
Got a make a call off my Boost phone, uh
You the type to buy shit with a coupon, uh
I remember sleeping on the futon, uh
I done got the Rollie with the two-tone, uh
Two-tone, uh, two-tone, uh
I don't got the Rollie with the two-tone, uh
Gotta make a call up off my Boost phone
You the type to buy shit with a motherfuckin' coupon
[Chorus]
Gucci, I got the best shit, oh my
Bitches wanna molest me, oh my
Police wanna arrest us, oh shit
One just kicked down the door, we outside
Used to be bout the trap shit, bando
Meechie he got the guns like Rambo
Wheezy I feel like coughing lean that
[Interlude]
Yeah
I'm back bitch
'Kachi
'Kachi
Akachi
[Chorus]
Gucci, I got the best shit, oh my
Bitches wanna molest me, oh my
Police wanna arrest us, oh shit
One just kicked down the door, we outside
Used to be bout the trap shit, bando
Meechie he got the guns like Rambo
Wheezy I feel like coughing lean that
Beasting I spilled my cup, bitch clean that
[Post-Chorus]
Akachi, he on the beat, issa murder, uh
Joey be keeping the burner, uh
It's YRS, yeah, you heard of us
It's Joey baby let's turn this up