QUICK SAND - Joey Trap

Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal, that shit was quicksand

She was mixin' Molly with the Yola, make a bitch dance

Fiends takin' Fentanyl, it got them niggas kickstand

Dude be always talkin' to the police, he the snitch man

Nigga, you trippin'

Said he dropped his mixtape on DatPiff, but who listen?

I don’t think the diamonds on this chain real, like, too glisten

I ain’t even satisfied with one, I need two bitches

Uh, respectfully

Notice how he had to pay for the head, I get neck for free

They be out here talkin' to feds, that sound fake to me

They on Instagram like a thugger, that’s some make-believe

I ain’t got no time to die, nigga, like I’m James Bond

How you say you down to ride, nigga, but you ain’t calm?

Bullets all up in your ride, nigga, call up State Farm, uh

, baby, go walk the, baby, she run that up

I got the K lately, I keep it off safety, I mean don’t touch

You niggas mad 'bout it, it’s 'cause they had doubted and now I’m up

I been the man, nigga, I know the plan, nigga, and y’all just stuck, uh

Pussy, cup is spillin' over

That ain’t even real drip, nigga, y’all rockin' Fashion Nova

Only speakin' real shit, nigga, I’m a fuckin' soldier

I’m the hardest of various ages, nigga, you should call me Hova

I let that ride 'cause they ain’t understand

But I bet your baby mama knows that I’m the fuckin' man

And I walk around with Pistols on me and these fuckin' bands

If you try to run up on me, nigga, there ain’t no fuckin' chance

Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal, that shit was quicksand

She was mixin' Molly with the Yola, make a bitch dance

Fiends takin' Fentanyl, it got them niggas kickstand

Dude be always talkin' to the police, he the snitch man

Uh-uh, uh-uh, Hov