DIE4ME REMIX - Joey Trap

The Crimson Chin

Okay, alright

Yo' yo', yo' yo', yo' yo'

Aight, yo'

My bitch is bad, but she won’t stop the texting me

Act like a referee

Bitch, come have sex with me

I don’t wan' fuck you unless you gon' beg for me

Let’s get you tested, I can’t get no STD

Met yo' bitch sister, they both be obsessed with me

Opp niggas mad I got rich and successful

They hoping and wishing the cops would arrest a G

We find ya' house and address to address it, G

Rest in piece Bank, in the bank I be flexing

Might buy me a Tesla, self driving be extra

Big Mr. Trap, they know I’m a professor

I ain’t go to college, still teach you a lesson

Scale it, I’ll flip it, I know how to stretch it

The Glock almost silent, I use the suppressor

Mail it and pile it, the shit can get violent

These bitches wilding, they know I’m a flexer

Oh, what should I drive today?

Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada day

Wait, you do not Gotta hate

Why you niggas isn’t proud of me?

I’m on the block today

Choppas out, I got a Glock today, bow

You could get hit my nigga

So just know there isn’t stopping me

My bitch pussy taste like red light sabers

Big dick fucker like a red light saber

Dark side, feeling like I’m Darth Vader

Yo', rich on my b-day

I don’t do, um, um

I don’t do v-day

I don’t have valentines

You wanna meet me?

You gotta compromise

I need some privacy

I’m in that Benzo stackin' my bands up, please don’t bother me

I keep that .44 under that seat 'case they try robbing me

I told my main ho' if she love me, baby, don’t lie to me

Said that she just want me for money and that’s alright for me

Baby ride for me

She gon', she gon' ride with me, haha

Nod with me if you feel that rock with me

With me, with me

Need someone who’d die for me

With me, for me

With me, for me, with me

Either way, you with me

Yeah, ayy

Throwin' apples in a pit, bitch, I’m feeling like Ludacris

shoot a bitch

Weenie Hut Junior, y’all pussies actin' gooberish

Bitch, I need pussy, I don’t give a fuck who it is

Tats on my body, I’ma slide 'em like lubricant

Poptarts, toaster mad, who the fuck you coolin' with

Keep my dick inside your bitch, like it’s rooted in

Tell 'em text back, leave 'em hanging like a crucifix

Said she want nuts, no acorns, uh

I dump my bitch then I take yours, uh

Make 'em say «Hey» to this AR, uh

Stomp 'em, we kickin' like, uh, yeah

Walk in the crib with my dick out, like what up?

Gun in his mouth, if he talk tell him shut up

I’ll beat his ass when it’s dark 'til the sun up

I let you

Talk out his neck and his cherry get popped, like a virgin

Put dick in dickin' you out like a surgeon

your body, I’m purgin'

You thought it was funny because I was speaking in cursive

You rappers so ass, I be washin' you up like detergent

You bitches be flees to the dick just like a varmint

her pussy get wet then I’m surfin'

My bitches God like be playin' with curses

Fuck

Was that good enough, Joey?

No?

Oh

I’m currently being held in Joey’s basement right now

Eating strictly used condoms, yeah