DR TRAP PART 2 lyrics
by Joey Trap
[Intro]
n*gga, you gon' get a bag
[Refrain]
(Baby, let me show you 'bout the work
Pick the pounds up, once we hit the foreign church
Take the rounds up, just in case a n*gga lurk
Imma skirt off, I might have to put them in the dirt)
[Verse]
Ayy, sending out [?] with [?] wrap
Whippin' in the kitchen, broke my wrist and hurt my damn back
Take a couple millies just to flip a rubber band pack
Fenty, purple molly, and the white, I got the damn crack
Audi rings, I'm flipping out the back like we in Beijing
Police on the block, it's getting hot, this sh*t is blazing
I know she a thot, but then the sloppy feel amazing
Percocet and molly got your shorty acting crazy
b*tch, knock it off
She must think I love her, b*tch, not at all
Keep the 30 on me, get the problem solved
Fiends taking fentanyl, they noddin' off
n*gga, get a bag
I already told you I'm not frontin', why you gettin' mad?
Y'all is acting pus*y, lil' n*gga, go and get a pad
I be in the future, and I know you n*gga's in the past
Ayy, what the f*ck is good?
No I cannot be your n*gga, baby, thought you understood
I be working at the business, then I send her to the hood
Y'all ain't saving money up and Imma say you really should
Ayy, I already did
I ain't talking 'bout the fitted [?], we aiming at your lip
If he never pay my money back then we gon' snatch his kids
If he wanna be the quarter back then we gon' send a blitz
n*gga, f*ck your life
I don't mean to be too disrespectful, I could f*ck your wife
Me and you, we got a different mental, I'm as sharp as a knife
I be chopping beats up with the pencil, and send it to knice
Ayy, this is easy
I be rolling up the zaza, n*gga this the bleezy
I be looking up like haha, I be on my TV
n*gga, you don't want the drama, you could get the three piece
[Refrain]
Ayy
Baby, let me show you 'bout the work
Pick the pounds up, once we hit the foreign church
Take the rounds up, just in case a n*gga lurk
Imma skirt off, I might have to put them in the dirt