Professor Trap - Joey Trap

Y’all slicker than some soap

I’m sicker than if syphilis was chillin' in the Pope

I’m picking out these rappers, line 'em next to me and flow

If a nigga can’t keep up with me, then niggas get the pole, blaow!

Five-foot-five, still knock ya nigga’s face off

Call me Mickey Mantle, crackin' niggas like a baseball

Pussy niggas acting like they fast but never race, aw

I’ma do the dash, you better hide ya fuckin' safe, dog, look

Gucci straight from Italy, I’m literally the greatest

These bitches wanna bump me but they boyfriends always hatin'

I been on my grind like if my sneakers made for skating

Was walking through the valley of the shadow getting faded, uh

Picture Joey sitting on sofa

Writing up a catalyst and sippin' on some soda

Purple gettin' crushed he’s rolling up a bunch of doja

The next thing that you know, Airbnb account is over

Airbnb deleted my account after I got caught hotboxing when I shot the music

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I had to pay like five bands

Fuck Airbnb

Look

Uh, uh, look

A venue cannot book me 'less they know that I’ma smoke one

I’m analyzing pacifism, actually, there’s no fuck

City on my back, the fuck they thought I was, a tow truck?

I need some more respect, you pussy niggas can not show up

T-R-A, and yeah P is for the pistol on me

Plus she pop her pussy like a pimple on me, ew

Joey prolly faded, nigga, sippin' on a pill

Hate these niggas 'round, me no one else is ever real

Always need attention, that’s way Joey gotta kill

I be on a kill streak bout to get a nuke, chill

Rest in piece to any beat I spit on

Recipe is melodies Akachi made to hit on

Body any beat so it’s a murder, that’s the shit, huh?

Gucci, Fendi, Prada not enough, let’s hit a lick, uh

Professor Trap, you gotta teach these niggas

I should take attendance tryna reach these niggas

Bars is like a Xanax how they sleep on niggas

I be in a Audi, finna creep on niggas, nyoom

Niggas get to snitchin' when you not around 'em

So my circle small just like the top on Johnson’s Baby Powder

Talking bout the shit they really not about will get 'em grounded

Stupid niggas turn to some pussies, I’ma get 'em pounded

Over, over, over, over