Uberr - Joey Trap

Red lean look like Clifford

Cbass, bitch

Akachi on the beat, lil bitch (Aye!)

Up in the mornin', I roll me a blunt

It’s only 7 AM and I’m thinkin' 'bout money, you thinkin' 'bout stuff

Sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck

I’m thinkin' 'bout flyin' out

I’ll go to Miami just spyin' out

You thinkin' bout how to get high now

I’m thinkin' I’ll maybe retire now

You can’t even purchase a 10 sack

I smoke with my plug in the Benz back

I post in my lab, it’s my hideout

Got twenty locations and ten stacks

Look, I swear my car got accessories

Wrist comin' out, lookin' sexy

Call out the plays like a referee

There ain’t too many that mess with me

Circle so small, I need motherfuckin' less of me

Uh, look, uh

My bitch is bad, her pussy is wet

Back to the crib, I’m makin' a wreck

Look, look

Back to the crib, I’m makin' a wreck

Ain’t even fuck her, I play with the neck

She ain’t stay over, I Uber that back, uh, yeah, look

She ain’t stay over, I Uber that back

She ain’t stay over, I Uber that, look

Smoke me a dutch, I’m finna roll me a blunt

I roll up all of my fucks

The Bentley is lit, I put a stick in the trunk

You pussies don’t wan' get hit

I don’t give a shit, like I’m on Pepto

I’m out in Daygo, catch me at Petco

Said I’m her Padre, hoe call me daddy, uh

My new bitch look like a baddy, uh

I’m gettin' cake, like it’s patty, uh

I’m in that Rari or Caddy, uh

I prolly chill Puerto Rico, baby so thick I said she got a fatty, uh

Tell you a story 'bout me and my niggas

We roll through the hood with them triggers

Just lookin' for pussy, I hope we can pop

I don’t fuck with cops, got evil to stop

Big rollie face, it look like a clock

Ya Bitch wanna fuck, I just want the top

I need the mansion, need me the box

I feel like I’m Patrick, stars on my watch

Up in the mornin', I roll me a blunt

It’s only 7 AM and I’m thinkin' 'bout money, you thinkin' 'bout stuff

Sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck

I’m thinkin' 'bout flyin' out

I go to Miami just buy it now

You thinkin' bout how to get high now

I’m thinkin' I’ll maybe retire now, look

I’m gettin' bands that poppin', mm

These haters is mad, they watchin', mm

Just spent 30,000 shoppin', mm

Play Joey, their heads start boppin', look, uh, what?

Bitch

I met that shorty just yesterday

Call her a Lyft to my crib today

Course we go up to a shopping mall

If she lucky we might have a dinner date

Sike I’m kiddin' your bitch eat fish filet

Haha, McDonald’s

My bitch is bad, her pussy is wet

Back to the crib, I’m makin' a wreck

Look, look

Back to the crib, I’m makin' a wreck

Ain’t even fuck her, I play with the neck

She ain’t stay over, I Uber that back, uh, yeah, look

She ain’t stay over, I Uber that back

She ain’t stay over, I Uber that, look

Smoke me a dutch, I’m finna roll me a blunt

I roll up all of my fucks

The Bentley is lit, I put a stick in the trunk

You pussies don’t wan' get hit

I don’t give a shit, like I’m on Pepto

I’m out in Daygo, catch me at Petco

Said I’m her Padre, hoe call me daddy, uh

My new bitch look like a baddy, uh

I’m gettin' cake, like it’s patty, uh

I’m in that Rari or Caddy, uh

Look

Baddie

Its Joey Trap call me daddy