YKHIB Joey Trap
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[Chorus]
Hit from the back, girl you know how it be
Baby what's poppin' you know how it be
I got a choppa, like I'm NLE
I pop a percocet, then I get geeked
I'm with your shorty, I know she a freak
I got a Audemar, I be on freeze
I got a Patek, put that on my sleeve
Baby what's poppin' get down on your knees
Count up the paper I get to the P
Hit from the back, girl you know how it be
I get this money you, know how it be
You know how it be, boy, you know how it be
You don't want the drama, you don't want the beef
I got a choppa on me and it hits you like haha-ha
I got a choppa on me and it hits you like haha-ha
[Verse]
In a benzo swervin' till the tires burn
We not friends yo, your business not my concern
Shе let me hit from the back, and I fuck hеr all night 'til the room get hot
I know you got a boyfriend but it don't matter baby, you won't get caught
Y'all be playing make believe huh, 'til your ass get shot
20 thousand on the pot, I make fiends on the block (Ooh)
If you want drama, it's beef on demand
I know he your nigga, but girl I'm yo man
Getting this money nigga, no I don't have a plan
I got the chopper bullets nigga, I'm Son of Sam
It's way too hot outside to leave the crib without fans
Y'all busy being broke and I be thumbing up bands (Ooh)
Late night pop out, Glock when I pop out
It's a hit red beam on his Mata
He don't want no smoke right now, get shot with a chop out
Hit from the back, girl you know how it be
Baby what's poppin' you know how it be
I got a choppa, like I'm NLE
I pop a percocet, then I get geeked
I'm with your shorty, I know she a freak
I got a Audemar, I be on freeze
I got a Patek, put that on my sleeve
Baby what's poppin' get down on your knees
Count up the paper I get to the P
Hit from the back, girl you know how it be
I get this money you, know how it be
You know how it be, boy, you know how it be
You don't want the drama, you don't want the beef
I got a choppa on me and it hits you like haha-ha
I got a choppa on me and it hits you like haha-ha
[Verse]
In a benzo swervin' till the tires burn
We not friends yo, your business not my concern
Shе let me hit from the back, and I fuck hеr all night 'til the room get hot
I know you got a boyfriend but it don't matter baby, you won't get caught
Y'all be playing make believe huh, 'til your ass get shot
20 thousand on the pot, I make fiends on the block (Ooh)
If you want drama, it's beef on demand
I know he your nigga, but girl I'm yo man
Getting this money nigga, no I don't have a plan
I got the chopper bullets nigga, I'm Son of Sam
It's way too hot outside to leave the crib without fans
Y'all busy being broke and I be thumbing up bands (Ooh)
Late night pop out, Glock when I pop out
It's a hit red beam on his Mata
He don't want no smoke right now, get shot with a chop out
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