BEACH Joey Trap
"BEACH" by Joey Trap, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of escapism, lifestyle, and the pursuit of pleasure. The lyrics convey a carefree attitude, celebrating summer vibes and indulgence. Unique elements include catchy hooks and vibrant beats, contributing to its popularity on social media platforms.
[Intro]
Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga
[Verse]
Mm, look, ate a bar, sellin' Xan's
We was flippin' out the can for the fam
I was sellin' by the gram for the bands
You don't even got a plan to expand
I would hit the finger roll, then we up
I know all these niggas fo so I made a cut
Even though y'all niggas told, never gave a fuck
If the police get involved then we stayin' shut, look
I'm on that, damn nigga, I need a ten, nigga
I'm on a beach, I need a fan, nigga
I [?], nigga, I'm cross the border, on the sand with it
I been the man, nigga, you son of me, I'm son of Sam, nigga
Murder in the city, bulletholes all in your Benzo
Once we finna shoot, I sеnd my hitters all a Venmo
That bitch said you love hеr, just let me fuck you in the friend zone
He ain't catch me on the block 'cause I was on the damn throne
'Cause I'm that damn nigga who walk with bands with him
We don't hit you, we hit your fam, nigga
Then what's the plan [?] I got [?] tatted on my damn belly
Was duckin' all felonies, we was workin' out the damn telly
Red dot, fuck all enemies, I'm drinkin' all Hennessy
Y'all niggas is all jealousy, I got the raw tendency
Purp, molly, hydro, and MV, I got it all ten a piece
Fuck nigga keep hatin' on a G, I got the sauce lettin' me, uh
Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga
[Verse]
Mm, look, ate a bar, sellin' Xan's
We was flippin' out the can for the fam
I was sellin' by the gram for the bands
You don't even got a plan to expand
I would hit the finger roll, then we up
I know all these niggas fo so I made a cut
Even though y'all niggas told, never gave a fuck
If the police get involved then we stayin' shut, look
I'm on that, damn nigga, I need a ten, nigga
I'm on a beach, I need a fan, nigga
I [?], nigga, I'm cross the border, on the sand with it
I been the man, nigga, you son of me, I'm son of Sam, nigga
Murder in the city, bulletholes all in your Benzo
Once we finna shoot, I sеnd my hitters all a Venmo
That bitch said you love hеr, just let me fuck you in the friend zone
He ain't catch me on the block 'cause I was on the damn throne
'Cause I'm that damn nigga who walk with bands with him
We don't hit you, we hit your fam, nigga
Then what's the plan [?] I got [?] tatted on my damn belly
Was duckin' all felonies, we was workin' out the damn telly
Red dot, fuck all enemies, I'm drinkin' all Hennessy
Y'all niggas is all jealousy, I got the raw tendency
Purp, molly, hydro, and MV, I got it all ten a piece
Fuck nigga keep hatin' on a G, I got the sauce lettin' me, uh
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