[Intro]
Trap jumpin' like 2-3

[Chorus: Joey Trap]
No prob boy
No stop this that straight drop
Roll pot then we both pop you might get robbed
New Porsche I might skrt off with my shirt off
Yeah she got a n***a but I make her take her skirt off

[Verse 1: Joey Trap]
Gunna get you slumped
Boy you shoulda backed up
'Bout to shower with my roll
Get my money stacked up
My new Roley rose gold
Jewelry attracts us
Doin' sit-ups on the road
Now I'm six-packed up
Countin' racks n***a
And that's a fact n***a
You was at the phony so that's why you got clapped n***a
I'm a rapper now so I don't sell crack n***a
But I'm spittin' harder then these other dudes, wack n***a
When you start to get some money then they say you changed on 'em
In and out of different mentals and I'm switchin' lanes on 'em
Shoutout brodie, your name and he keep his thang on him
She be takin' off her clothes I don't make it rain on her
[Chorus: Joey Trap]
But it's no prob boy
No stop this that straight drop
Roll pot then we both pop you might get robbed
New Porsche I might skrt off with my shirt off
Yeah she got a n***a but I make her take her skirt off

[Verse 2: Taymackin]
Trap jumpin' like it's Jordan
N***as mad 'cause I'm scorin'
I'm pullin' all up in that foreign
Chasin' bags in the mornin'
N***as is clown us
They 'round me
If your diamond is cloudy
All this water on my neck
It kinda feel like I'm drownin'
We keep a stick with us
We got them missiles tucked
We got your bitch us
She thick as fuck
My n***as scrappy
Callin' and I'm gone pick it up
Yeah that bih my dog
I swear to God I ain't gone switch it up
If my n***as miss I double back and then I'm gunna hit him up
Trained to go
My n***as do a hit and then they layin' low
Hunnid in the chop like what the fuck I gotta it aim fo'
From the same struggle what the fuck you n***as hatin' fo'
On a different level
Yeah you n***as need to face it bro
[Chorus: Joey Trap]
No prob boy
No stop this that straight drop
Roll pot then we both pop you might get robbed
New Porsche I might skrt off with my shirt off
Yeah she got a n***a but I make her take her skirt off
Gunna get you slumped boy you shoulda backed up
'Bout to shower with my bro get my money stacked up
My new Rolly rolls gold, jewelry attracts us
Doin' sit-ups on the road now I'm six-packed up
Countin' racks n***a
And that's a fact n***a
You was at the phony that's why you got clapped n***a
I'm a rapper now so I don't sell crack n***a
But I'm spittin' harder then these other dudes, wack n***a
No prob boy
No stop this that straight drop
Roll pot then we both pop you might get robbed
New Porsche I might skrt off with my shirt off
Yeah she got a n***a but I make her take her skirt off