FLASH - Joey Trap

Ahh, bitch I’m feeling like the H to the izzay, bad to the bizzone

Ask any questions, you get mags out the chrizome

Ass out ya shorty, wanna dance with the stick on

I smash then I’m done, I call an Uber, send that bitch home

Hot nigga, I thought I was born in like '88

I’m on the block with the .30, and .40, I call it drake, uh

Mask on way before virus’s changed the fate

But I’m back on the thuggin', but niggas just can’t relate, look

I ain’t go to fashion week, still look like a fashion show

Shawty tryna smash and tweak, tell her I can’t smash a ho

I be out here buggin', see the police, said I had to go

I get stomach aches when I see red and blue, it’s sad fasho

Ahh, but I know that you niggas wan' be just like me

So stop it, you’ll never be me, it just isn’t likely

Ridin', I think I’ma stepper, we in this Nike

I’m stylin', I’m sorry, I know I look like a hype beast

Haha, it’s the Bape ain’t it?

You is mad 'cause yo shit is fake ain’t it?

That ain’t a real gun, that shit is fake, aim it

Niggas mad 'cause they really still hatin'

Anyways, I do the dash

I be chilling 'cause I’m really countin' up this cash

I’m a villain, but I got the same powers as Flash

What would you do if you knew that you could run this fast?

Haha, I just run up bands

I just run up bands

I just run up bands