gotta go
Singer: joey trap
kirk
'kachi
where you at?
akachi on the beat
lil' bitch
look
my guy
i'ma show you like this
my nigga
this is how much i'ma give you
if you don't like it then get the fuck out my face
i'm deadass tired of talkin' to you right now
gotta dip though
like
deadass
come on
pick one
pick one
pick one
my nigga
fuck you want?
i left the stove on at the crib
i gotta go
it's gucci on my clothes
hit the bank
i gotta roll
yo' girl said i'm sexy
i'm finna take her soul
i'm riding in a lambo
a nigga on the road
i'm chillin' on the beach
that's prolly why i got a tan
new girl straight from belize
ain't got no visa
she a ten
full price for my designer
your shit fake bro
don't pretend
i only talk to benji
so yeah
i got no friends
if you want a feature
yeah
you gotta pay the fee
nigga
ain't shit cheap and it's def not free
twenty thousand dollars and that's just for one verse
i use it for my bitch
now she got a new purse
that was a chanel bag
why it cost so much
yeah i'm in a big bim
yo' bitch chokin' blunts
with me and my big team
yeah she wanna fuck
a big fiend when it comes to-- ayy
joey kill shit
uh
no hit list
my bitch big lips
uh
no limp dick
i'm grinding hard bitch
uh
one rip stick
four damn skateboards
no kick flips
joey gucci
no louis
think her ass flat
buy her booty
i might buy that
she use it
fix a flat
my life a movie
uh
look
uh
wait
i'm fuckin' up on the beat
we really came from the street
joey will not see the defeat
yo' girlfriend sucking my meat
yo' girlfriend sucking me
yo' bitch been giving me head
i pull up in a new benz
my wrist is outta ben 10
i treat yo' crush like a fan
you bought her flowers you mad
look
you bought her flowers
you mad
go return those to the store
she ain't text you 'cause she bored
matter fact
she ain't text you cause she sore
i'm like an eagle i soar
flying so high on the shore
i left the stove on at the crib
i gotta go
it's gucci on my clothes
hit the bank
i gotta roll
yo' girl said i'm sexy
i'm finna take her soul
i'm riding in a lambo
a nigga on the road
i'm chillin' on the beach
that's prolly why i got a tan
new girl straight from belize
ain't got no visa
she a ten
full price for my designer
your shit fake bro
don't pretend
i only talk to benji
so yeah
i got no friends
joey trap is daddy