Gotta Go - Joey Trap

Kirk

'Kachi, where you at?

Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch

Look, my guy

I’ma show you like this, my nigga

This is how much I’ma give you

If you don’t like it then get the fuck out my face

I’m deadass tired of talkin' to you right now

Gotta dip though, like, deadass

Come on, pick one, pick one, pick one, my nigga

Fuck you want?

I left the stove on at the crib, I gotta go

It’s Gucci on my clothes, hit the bank, I gotta roll

Yo' girl said I’m sexy, I’m finna take her soul

I’m riding in a Lambo, a nigga on the road

I’m chillin' on the beach, that’s prolly why I got a tan

New girl straight from Belize, ain’t got no visa, she a ten

Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don’t pretend

I only talk to Benji, so yeah, I got no friends

If you want a feature, yeah, you gotta pay the fee

Nigga, ain’t shit cheap and it’s def not free

Twenty thousand dollars and that’s just for one verse

I use it for my bitch, now she got a new purse

That was a Chanel bag, why it cost so much

Yeah I’m in a big Bim, yo' bitch chokin' blunts

With me and my big team, yeah she wanna fuck (Young Rich Squad)

A big fiend when it comes to— (You a fiend, dog) Ayy

Joey kill shit, uh, no hit list

My bitch big lips, uh, no limp dick

I’m grinding hard bitch, uh, one rip stick

Four damn skateboards, no kick flips

Joey Gucci, no Louis

Think her ass flat, buy her booty

I might buy that, she use it

Fix a flat, my life a movie

Uh, look

Uh, wait

I’m fuckin' up on the beat

We really came from the street

Joey will not see the defeat

Yo' girlfriend sucking my meat

Yo' girlfriend sucking me

Yo' bitch been giving me head

I pull up in a new Benz

My wrist is outta Ben 10

I treat yo' crush like a fan

You bought her flowers you mad, look

You bought her flowers, you mad

Go return those to the store

She ain’t text you 'cause she bored

Matter fact, she ain’t text you cause she sore

I’m like an eagle I soar

Flying so high on the shore

I left the stove on at the crib, I gotta go

It’s Gucci on my clothes, hit the bank, I gotta roll

Yo' girl said I’m sexy, I’m finna take her soul

I’m riding in a Lambo, a nigga on the road

I’m chillin' on the beach, that’s prolly why I got a tan

New girl straight from Belize, ain’t got no visa, she a ten

Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don’t pretend

I only talk to Benji, so yeah, I got no friends

Joey Trap is daddy