Joey Trap
HOOLIGANISM
[Verse 1: KIDx]
He in the bed, he play dead like a possum
You get snapped like a Lego, now everything awesome
Taken off like a flower, but I'm 'bout to blossom
You talkin' a lot, but you never be walkin'
You often be sleep in the day, like an owl
When I'm smokin' that pack, all my dawgs gon' be howling
How about that? You can catch me outside, buddy
We can get rough in the paint, like a foul
I pull up in flagrance, she lovin' my fragrance
I do not got enough patience
Dread in the day, like a Haitian
Dawg with a blade, likе a pagan
I can relate to the Asians
I can't rеlate to these rappers who got hella clout, but instead they be broke somehow
Speakin' like Donald Duck, you talkin' goofy
Like Mickey I stay with my goons in the clubhouse
Disney, I keep a XD, it got some kick in it
She wanna thank me, shawty, don't mention it
I keep an eight on my side, shootin' infinite
Got gas me spinnin' like Beyblade, I'm rippin' it
Shoutout to [Budshop?], I thought you'd be [?] it
Not in a rush [?]
He talkin' down, so I think I'm gon' handle with four, five, six
Emptyin' clips in his body and face
She like how I drip, givin' shawty a taste
I don't crack, but my baby is built like a vase
At the mall, coppin' a fit you cAn taste
And I ball, [?]
[?]
And you fall, somethin' like losin' a race
All of my diamonds and three in his face
[Verse 2: SKYTE]
Yeah, shots at your face, so n***a, so don't fuck
Guap in the case, I get it and go up
She wanna date, forget it, get more bucks
Your bitch too fake, I did it with no trust
Bet you didn't notice your shawty a lil' slut
Walkin' with a stick on my body, it's still tucked
Gotta pop a Perc and a Molly to feel up
Bro said hop out, I hop out like "Kill what?"
Bro said hop out, I'm shootin'
Said she finna do me right with the mouth, let's go, bitch
[?] where we get to lootin'
If I ever took an L, bitch, I'm still pursuin'
Bitch, I'm still on go, don't steal my flow
Ain't a n***a real I know and that's for sure
And if we bein' honest, man, I am a hoe
My choppa hit a n***a, blend his cantaloupe
I think I got a sickness, need the antidote
I think that it's the fact that I can't stand a hoe
I'm really with some ghosts, don't need it
Pull up in a whip, two-seated
Feel like Michael J, I beat it
Uh, brrrt, uh, brrrt
Up the tech, bitch, on God I ain't missin'
I said I was up next, they ain't listen
Now I bet that they payin' attention
And I don't give a fuck if they beat get quiet, I'm still finna hop on it ramped
Make me a sandwich, bitch, get in the kitchen
I'm my own god, bitch, I don't do religion
I got a pole on my rod like I'm fishin'
You the type of n***a to get caught and start snitchin'
Hop on the beat, get to eatin' like chicken
I'm in the stu' makin' bread and I'm liftin'
I'm flexin' on pussy broke n***as addicted
Broke in his gut had that fuck n***a drippin'
Don't give a fuck if she yellin' it's stuck
I cannot save a hoe, I'm a man on a mission
[Outro: SKYTE]
Okay, okay, I'll stop, I'll stop, I'll stop