QUICK SAND Joey Trap

[Intro]
Uh (Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga)
Big bands

[Chorus]
Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal, that shit was quicksand
She was mixin' Molly with the Yola, make a bitch dance
Fiends takin' Fentanyl, it got them niggas kickstand
Dude be always talkin' to the police, he the snitch man

[Verse]
Nigga, you trippin'
Said he dropped his mixtape on DatPiff, but who listen?
I don't think the diamonds on this chain real, like, too glisten
I ain't even satisfied with one, I need two bitches
Uh, respectfully
Notice how he had to pay for the head, I get neck for free
They be out here talkin' to feds, that sound fakе to me
They on Instagram like a thuggеr, that's some make-believe
I ain't got no time to die, nigga, like I'm James Bond
How you say you down to ride, nigga, but you ain't calm?
Bullets all up in your ride, nigga, call up State Farm, uh
[?], baby, go walk the [?], baby, she run that up
I got the K lately, I keep it off safety, I mean don't touch
You niggas mad 'bout it, it's 'cause they had doubted and now I'm up
I been the man, nigga, I know the plan, nigga, and y'all just stuck, uh
Pussy, cup is spillin' over
That ain't even real drip, nigga, y'all rockin' Fashion Nova
Only speakin' real shit, nigga, I'm a fuckin' soldier
I'm the hardest of various ages, nigga, you should call me Hova
I let that ride 'cause they ain't understand
But I bet your baby mama knows that I'm the fuckin' man
And I walk around with Pistols on me and these fuckin' bands
If you try to run up on me, nigga, there ain't no fuckin' chance