Testo Trap keys Joey Trap

Trap keys

Oh, that's me on the keys, stupid
You heard? (Haha)

Down for the bread every night, bitch I need that (Trap)
Middle fingers up every day, fuck your feedback
Nine with the beam, finna aim, take your kneecaps
This ain't your girl anymore, mind your beeswax
Run to the bank while I laugh, I don't chase hoes (Duh)
Hella fast in this whip, I outta state flow
I'm in the lab making' slaps you should take notes
Why would I ask for your dubs, I need bankrolls
How the fuck is you fly with no haters?
Been in my bag and I grind like a skater
Nine on my hip and this nine got a laser
This VSOP Hennessy with no chaser
Kloud Gang up, baby trap, I be spazzin'
Propane tongue, when I spit, call it gassin'
No flame on, I'm just fire like a dragon
Your girl ain't home, 'cause she here and I'm tappin' (Huh?)
Your girl ain't home, 'cause she here and I'm tappin' (Huh?)
Meme God flow, west coast be slappin'
Oh I produced this track, how that happen?
I got in the booth, snap my fingers is magic
Young Rich Squad, man you boys can't even sit here
I ride with three hoes, like a reindeer
Don't ask, "What's in my cup?," but it ain't beer
She bossed up, was with you, but she came here
Look, I'ma gasser
I fuck like two times, then I pass her
I met her last night, she a dancer
She called me all night, don't answer
Look, said I'm broke, man he probably high
Shawty didn't want to fuck, told that bitch, "Bye" (Bye)
Never ain't countin' guap, like my bread pie
In a Benz, smokin' dope while I pass by
Ayy, sorry I ain't got a hook for this
You should see the way the competition gon' be shook from this
I be gassin' everything I'm on, I need a book for this
She hit me in my DM's for the addy, just to look for this (Haha)
I'm a mufuckin' goblin
@KloudGod, I'm a mufuckin' God then
Clip Knee high wanna talk, then we rob him
Those Levi's, these some mufuckin' Robins
He three fly, why that nigga always poppin'
She three live when she dance, never stoppin'
That's your girl, I ain't know she was choppin' ..
It don't really matter she already started toppin' (Top)
I don't need friends 'cause my bitch bad
I ain't let her fuck, so your bitch mad
When I'm in my bed, I'm my bitch dad
Why you always talkin' 'bout that shit that you don't have? (Gang)
Ayy, I don't lie, check my bankroll
It's some laced Gucci kicks, I don't lace those
In the whip, with my bitch, coutin' pesos
I'm so sick, roll my shit and I face those
Big watch, big bands, bitch
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, bitch
I Done went from stackin' up my dollars to a ben bitch
I been in my bag, I don't wanna be your friend, bitch
Ha, trap keys, these are trap keys
Trap please flip a pack, like a trapeze
Stack cheese on a block, work a bitch knees
Gucci to my socks, you don't have these

Huh, gang gang