Uberr Joey Trap

[Intro]
Red lean look like Clifford
Cbass, bitch
Akachi on the beat, lil bitch (Aye!)

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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