Blade Brown, K-Trap - Joints lyrics
[Blade Brown, K-Trap - Joints lyrics]
Half brick of buj, no tax, put a clamp on it
You ain't seen a pretty little brizzy
With a stamp on it
Learned how to whip and I made me more P's
(Way more) my soldier saw a brick before me
Hands full but I'm hands off (Off)
I see them niggas try and do a bad job
Killed the trap and the niggas
Got the rap locked
That's a crack pot and a laptop (Yes)
So it's clean but it's dirty also (Dirty)
I got fish scale and dirty, it all goes
(It's goin') young boy, got myself one toy
Pulled the shotty when I
Still wore school clothes
Bought the pendant and neckpiece, all rose
And said "Flood it" and it
Came back all froze (Buss down)
And I don't smoke trees but the bro's do
(Gang) but if you're talking 'bout waps
Then we all smoke
Get the joints, fuck the law
36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow
Niggas paid, and it shows
Hit the strip, make her flip
And that's raw, take a pic
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
Nautilus, rose gold, that's six figures
Plus a scale
He give a fuck about a whip nigga (No way)
Money long and the clip bigger (Ayy)
Think I gotta pay for a hit nigga?
(Gotta pay for it) had to say that bar twice
Fast life
Must have been a trapper in my past life
(Past life) when I pull up, nigga
Lookin' like The Dark Knight
Double R, getting head under the starlight
Damn, he hit a duffle with the bricks in it
(Bricks in it)
This is straight off the boat, no mixing it
Put it on the strip, gettin' rich from it
B brown goin' broke, couldn't picture it
(Never) bankroll got no cap
This is old racks, hundred thou'
That's a throwback (Haha)
And I could talk wassy for the whole track
'Cause I'm a trap lord, that's a known fact
Get the joints, fuck the law
36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow (That we blow)
Niggas paid, and it shows (And it shows)
Hit the strip, make her flip (Flip)
And that's raw, take a pic (Pic)
See the scale, I got fish (Fish)
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
Get the joints, fuck the law
36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow
Niggas paid, and it shows
Hit the strip, make her flip
And that's raw, take a pic
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
You ain't seen a pretty little brizzy
With a stamp on it
Learned how to whip and I made me more P's
(Way more) my soldier saw a brick before me
Hands full but I'm hands off (Off)
I see them niggas try and do a bad job
Killed the trap and the niggas
Got the rap locked
That's a crack pot and a laptop (Yes)
So it's clean but it's dirty also (Dirty)
I got fish scale and dirty, it all goes
(It's goin') young boy, got myself one toy
Pulled the shotty when I
Still wore school clothes
Bought the pendant and neckpiece, all rose
And said "Flood it" and it
Came back all froze (Buss down)
And I don't smoke trees but the bro's do
(Gang) but if you're talking 'bout waps
Then we all smoke
Get the joints, fuck the law
36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow
Niggas paid, and it shows
Hit the strip, make her flip
And that's raw, take a pic
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
Nautilus, rose gold, that's six figures
Plus a scale
He give a fuck about a whip nigga (No way)
Money long and the clip bigger (Ayy)
Think I gotta pay for a hit nigga?
(Gotta pay for it) had to say that bar twice
Fast life
Must have been a trapper in my past life
(Past life) when I pull up, nigga
Lookin' like The Dark Knight
Double R, getting head under the starlight
Damn, he hit a duffle with the bricks in it
(Bricks in it)
This is straight off the boat, no mixing it
Put it on the strip, gettin' rich from it
B brown goin' broke, couldn't picture it
(Never) bankroll got no cap
This is old racks, hundred thou'
That's a throwback (Haha)
And I could talk wassy for the whole track
'Cause I'm a trap lord, that's a known fact
Get the joints, fuck the law
36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow (That we blow)
Niggas paid, and it shows (And it shows)
Hit the strip, make her flip (Flip)
And that's raw, take a pic (Pic)
See the scale, I got fish (Fish)
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)
Get the joints, fuck the law
36, that's a hoe
All these bands, that we blow
Niggas paid, and it shows
Hit the strip, make her flip
And that's raw, take a pic
See the scale, I got fish
Silver tray, rubber grip (Bang)