Tables II - Joey Trap

Yo you niggas still can’t sit with us stupid

I did the loubitains these is Gucci’s now

You heard?

Young rich squad man you boys cant even sit with us

Said he fly as me boy you must be smoking angel dust

New block blower pull up on you fonem paint you up

I get legal money I don’t fuck with all that shady stuff

Ride through the street in the whip Issa spaceship uh

I’m in the boof like a day shift uh (bitch)

Girl wanna cuff I don’t date bitch uh (thot)

Dive off the stage Ima break shit (what?)

You be mad, I be high as fuck

Man you haters sound annoying like you Donald Duck

If you was thinking I won’t blow up then you outta luck

I like to use the baby drakeo got a lot of buck

And I can’t never be a vegan boy I love cheese

Prolly thought I’m a Custodian I touch keys

I just baught a Rollie for my wrist call that time freeze

I don’t wanna hear you move ya lips

Bitch do not speak

She gon fuck me at her crib until her man off

Keep a 50 round drum Zach Randolph

Niggas really tweaking with that 9 no bath salts

Shooter with the scope finna aim and take your ass off

Ion know what’s broke bitch I work hard

And I used to watch rock soap and sip wok hard

Police try to say they saw it on us bitch that’s not ours

All my niggas bang red or blue like a cop car

Smoke dope loud pack this Jamaican

Bag it up in 5 I ain’t never have no patience

12th and imperial was at the trolley station

I used to smoke dope out that crib that was vacant

Niggas tweaking on you in some mufucking sb’s

Ion wanna fuck you baby girl I want your bestie

I been puttin green all in my pockets so they healthy

I always be right but I’m shooting like a lefty

Bitch

Nigga why these niggas mad

Haha

Nigga I been in my bag

Nigga why these niggas mad

Nigga I been in my bag

Bitch

Why these niggas mad

Nigga I been in my bag

Why these niggas mad

Nigga I been in my bag

Why these niggas mad hoe

Nigga I been in my bag hoe

Why these niggas mad hoe

Nigga I been in my bag hoe

Why you mad I get bread now

Put in work so my pockets looking fed now

Young rich squad these my brothers ain’t no friends now

Get another check through the mail like a pen pal

Ride trough the street in my whip issa space ship

I be in the booth 9 to 5 issa day shift

Girl wanna cuff sorry boo I don’t date shit

Dive off the stage with the mic Ima break shit

(Gang)

DUMMY

STUPID

STUPID