EW Joey Trap (Ft. YBN Nahmir)

[Intro: Joey Trap]
(Akachi in this mother fucker)
Yo, yo, yo

[Chorus: Joey Trap]
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

[Verse 1: Joey Trap]
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...