Trap Keys - Joey Trap

Middle fingers up every day, fuck your feedback

Nine with the beam, finna aim, take your kneecaps

This ain’t your girl anymore, mind your beeswax

Run to the bank while I laugh, I don’t chase hoes (Duh)

Hella fast in this whip, I outta state flow

I’m in the lab making' slaps you should take notes

Why would I ask for your dubs, I need bankrolls

How the fuck is you fly with no haters?

Been in my bag and I grind like a skater

Nine on my hip and this nine got a laser

This VSOP Hennessy with no chaser

Kloud Gang up, baby trap, I be spazzin'

Propane tongue, when I spit, call it gassin'

No flame on, I’m just fire like a dragon

Your girl ain’t home, 'cause she here and I’m tappin' (Huh?)

Your girl ain’t home, 'cause she here and I’m tappin' (Huh?)

Meme God flow, west coast be slappin'

Oh I produced this track, how that happen?

I got in the booth, snap my fingers is magic

Young Rich Squad, man you boys can’t even sit here

I ride with three hoes, like a reindeer

Don’t ask, «What's in my cup?,» but it ain’t beer

She bossed up, was with you, but she came here

Look, I’ma gasser

I fuck like two times, then I pass her

I met her last night, she a dancer

She called me all night, don’t answer

Look, said I’m broke, man he probably high

Shawty didn’t want to fuck, told that bitch, «Bye» (Bye)

Never ain’t countin' guap, like my bread pie

In a Benz, smokin' dope while I pass by

Ayy, sorry I ain’t got a hook for this

You should see the way the competition gon' be shook from this

I be gassin' everything I’m on, I need a book for this

She hit me in my DM’s for the addy, just to look for this (Haha)

I’m a mufuckin' goblin

@KloudGod, I’m a mufuckin' God then

Clip Knee high wanna talk, then we rob him

Those Levi’s, these some mufuckin' Robins

He three fly, why that nigga always poppin'

She three live when she dance, never stoppin'

That’s your girl, I ain’t know she was choppin'.

It don’t really matter she already started toppin' (Top)

I don’t need friends 'cause my bitch bad

I ain’t let her fuck, so your bitch mad

When I’m in my bed, I’m my bitch dad

Why you always talkin' 'bout that shit that you don’t have?

(Gang)

Ayy, I don’t lie, check my bankroll

It’s some laced Gucci kicks, I don’t lace those

In the whip, with my bitch, coutin' pesos

I’m so sick, roll my shit and I face those

Big watch, big bands, bitch

Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, bitch

I Done went from stackin' up my dollars to a ben bitch

I been in my bag, I don’t wanna be your friend, bitch

Ha, trap keys, these are trap keys

Trap please flip a pack, like a trapeze

Stack cheese on a block, work a bitch knees

Gucci to my socks, you don’t have these

Huh, gang gang