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Joey Trap

Track Meet

 

Track Meet

(album: STFU - 2020)


Aight, let me talk real quick
These new niggas is getting on my nerves, on God
Yo', how many fucking Louboutins I don' bought before these niggas got a car?
Shit, I might have to give these niggas rides

You niggas might need a taxi
He's texting me on the backstreet
I ran it up like a track meet
Niggas stole that flow from me
Now I'm just taking it back seat
They said I wasn't shit and that's facts cause
If I wasn't a thing then in fact your girlfriend wouldn't be here in my back seat, yeah
Big ass clip, I might shoot at your face
Big ass dick, I might nut on her braces
That bitch 20, uh, 21, uh, I meant that
She said she freaky, wanna fuck, okay bet
Heart attack
Broke her face
Broke her neck
She said she loved it, called a case
That was wack
Yous a liar, bitch, you said you wan' get choked
I just wanna fuck, I really just want throat

Uhhh, I hate when freaky bitches lie and say they liked to get choked and then when you go crazy they just don't know how to act

Bitch it's Kloud God, I'm not Zeus
I might buy more shoes
I might, I might shoot
10 bands on my boots
All gold zipper on the Balmains fit up
All gold rollie doesn't tock my nigga
Not old posted on the my niggas
Just 16 with a Glock, my nigga
Huh?
I think I just raised the bar, uh
You niggas drunk, like a Bar, huh
I think I'm high in the stars, uh
Haha, uh
Or that's just the Wraith
Henny with no chaser

I might sip some water, lowkey

Yeah, gimme the pack and I might tax that
She gotta fatty, I might tap that
Gimme your addy, we pulling up to your pad
And then we gon' pull out the rattle and go click-clack, ooh
I ride that bih like a boat with a sail on it
She suck my dick, then I bail on her
I got a pack in the box that says mail on it
Open it up and then sell it all
I'm from the street, man, I feel like Sesame
All of these bitches still be tryna have sex with me
Whip it and flip it, I know the recipe, remember me
Y'all niggas was sleeping and now you texting me

Swish
Fucking swish, nigga
Recycled, and cut!

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