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Joey Trap

BAIK

 

BAIK

(album: ALIEN - 2021)


Ah
Baik, roll that gas up, nigga
Nuki
Ah

Walk out the mall with a bag, I've been spending a lot
Got them birds in the mail, I've been sending a lot
We ain't missing your head, we gon' spin 'round the block
Got your shorty, yeah, with me, she [?] made it popping
I need to quit shopping, but nobody stopping
Had to sit back and say I'm a prodigy
Can't let snitches and rats be apart of me
Pistols be packing, pump strap at your artery
When they see me, think I hit the lottery
I stack my money then stand on who lied to me
Plus I got my own fan to provide a piece
I used to be at my school with the work
Not the work you was doing, I had me a pack
I was influenced by trappers and hustlers
The realest of real, always had them a strap
I've just been, been getting guala since a youngin
I've been out her thugging, we all on the map
Niggas be blind and niggas be acting like they can run up
Nigga, we running laps
Recipes, I been cooking, I whip the whole pot 'til I ran out of wrist
I got some enemies, nigga, I don't get it, how you niggas be mad 'bout a bitch, uh
I think I need me a genie or something, I wish I don't run out of wishes, uh
Aquafina diamonds, yellow the wrist, you the ones that be acting all pissed, huh
I was with your shorty yesterday and she think I'm a god, I'm like a myth
I hit three's and it's back to back 'cause a nigga balling, no assist, huh, woo
You a lil' boy, pipe down
Boy, don't get lost nor found
You know how this choppa gon' sound
Better pray we don't light up this town
New Mercedes, gon' spin it around
Bet you niggas look good in the ground
Lay you six feet, face down, uh, mm
Shawty know I always walk with a stick
I had a bitch on my lap and a bitch in mycar with no seatbelt, we dragging the whip
I leave a trail of the ice when I walk 'cause I'm frozen, just hope that you niggas don't slip
I gotta talk to myself 'cause no one on my level, it's mentally hard to be rich

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