EW - Joey Trap, YBN Nahmir

This that shit that make you do that blicky dance

Got me gripping on my pants they so heavy from these bands, yo'

Clap it for me if you really wanna dance

Tell yo' shorty raise her hands

Know we all about them bands, yo'

She gon' twerk it while she do a hand stand

Bust my chopper like a fan, we be strumming like a banjo

Clap it for me if you really tryna buck

Got some bitches wanna fuck

So let’s keep the toolie tucked, yo'

Spanish Harlem nigga smoking on some runts

Smoke that big double Dutch

Grab some philies when it’s tough, yo'

Niggas always wanna run a nigga fade

Save the beefy shit for lunch

Keep the blicky case he punch, like, ew

I’m already rich but I need billions, ew

No I’m not a regular civilian, ew

'Member we was in them project buildings, ew

Bust a bottle down with some Brazilians, ew

Then I took yo shorty down to Neimans

Marcus, I heard you was a narc, boy, you scheming

Fiending niggas mad the Rollie diamonds gleaning

But stop it you know I been that topic, we steaming

Hot boy, I think I’m hot, boy, I’m on the block, boy

11:34 and I’m still sipping on some shots, boy, yeah

I ain’t mean to say I drop boys

No pop boys, soda pop, boy, it’s not, boy

Choppa pop, boy, uh, yo', it’s a Glock, boy

In Tokyo, I’m looking for some pussy, it’s a thot, boy

Lot of ex’s looking for revenge

This world is finna end so I don’t need no friends, but…

This that shit that make you do that blicky dance

Got me gripping on my pants they heavy from these bands, yo'

Clap it for me if you really wanna dance

Tell yo' shorty raise her hands

Know we all about them bands, yo'

Got a hundred bands stacked on a hundred bands

Shawty on my dick, she wanna fuck 'cause she know I’m the man

I need a percentage, you wanna sell some packs up in my land

Get a bag and then you get to fuck ho’s

My young niggas grimy savage, know they cut throat

I take yo' money and then I’m breaking down that lil' ho'

She on the blade, she make that Fendi, yeah, in pesos

I’m on the north, I’m somewhere cooling where you can’t go

I need a brick of white girl and that’s Alina

When I was in school, I was fucking under bleachers

Take the trip to Japan, go to Akina

I grew my dreads, now I’m feeling like a Rasta

Why that boy acting fake?

Yo', he impostor (Akachi in this mother fucker)

Copped a rollie, it cost me 'bout forty bands

I’ll slap a nigga even if my hand broke

Still that same nigga bouncing out with .44s

Ayy, tell that model in Boost Mobile, yeah, we trap bitch

Went and bought a house and some ice when I got rich

My lil' bitch bang the set with all her kids

From AOB to LA they know what it is

From New York to SD

You know how we rock

YBN, YRS you know how we talk

Flash back to been broke I was on the block

Now I’m nasty, but bet ya' shawty give me top

Ew, gross, ew