Joey Trap - BLANCO lyrics
[Joey Trap - BLANCO lyrics]
Oooh oooh
Hop op out
Hop out op out shoot with the Glock tho
Got fish scale bricks move
White call it Blanco
And he serve dope all bricks call him Chopo
Give good too but I know she a thot hoe
She call me guapo
Stack Bitcoin I get chips like nacho
You isn't eating no chips without lettuce
The cheese and the guac though
Don't worry how much I made in a month
Not gon lie git's a lot though
I'm on the top floor
Don't answer questions the police be asking
I'm ducking the Five-O i feel like Pablo
Bust down ap I gotta have that
Big ass chop Thirty round mag
Nothing to laugh at
Once this shit roll off go off
Y'all boys better stand back
Fly so high come down uh uh
No way I'ma land that
A R come wit a stock like nasdaq
I'm in a Bently you still on the Amtrack
I'm yo bitch Mcm got her a backpack
I beat her back back
Problem pounds of the cherry gelato
My wrist on hurricane it's Tornado
My bank so big like I hit the lotto
Big Wokhardt drip I sip the
Shit out the bottle
She ride a Motorcycle she
Be reviving throttle
She a thottiana but I think she a model
Y'all be way too much on instagram
No I don't want to follow
He said he wanted to beef with me
We gon fill em with hollows
She love the white dope she
Be sniffing the blanco
Count up my money I do that shit pronto
Bitch I'm a sosa I feel like I'm honcho
I'm in a wraith and I'm swerving the potholes
Hit from the back when your
Shorty get tired though
She said she ain't fucking with me
Just know it's a lie though
Money Mission I'm just Tryina survive low
I'm at the bachelor pad I hope
I don't get a bride though
Why would I need me a main bitch
I get me a side hoe
I could see clear through the fronts but
The tints on the side though bitch I run
Bitch I run businesses don't got a tie though
Trap house smoking cherry gelato
Hop op out
Hop out op out shoot with the Glock tho
Got fish scale bricks move
White call it Blanco
And he serve dope all bricks call him Chopo
Give good too but I know she a thot hoe
She call me guapo
Stack Bitcoin I get chips like nacho
You isn't eating no chips without lettuce
The cheese and the guac though
Don't worry how much I made in a month
Not gon lie git's a lot though
I'm on the top floor
Don't answer questions the police be asking
I'm ducking the Five-O i feel like Pablo
Bust down ap I gotta have that
Big ass chop Thirty round mag
Nothing to laugh at
Once this shit roll off go off
Y'all boys better stand back
Fly so high come down uh uh
No way I'ma land that
A R come wit a stock like nasdaq
I'm in a Bently you still on the Amtrack
I'm yo bitch Mcm got her a backpack
I beat her back back
Problem pounds of the cherry gelato
My wrist on hurricane it's Tornado
My bank so big like I hit the lotto
Big Wokhardt drip I sip the
Shit out the bottle
She ride a Motorcycle she
Be reviving throttle
She a thottiana but I think she a model
Y'all be way too much on instagram
No I don't want to follow
He said he wanted to beef with me
We gon fill em with hollows
She love the white dope she
Be sniffing the blanco
Count up my money I do that shit pronto
Bitch I'm a sosa I feel like I'm honcho
I'm in a wraith and I'm swerving the potholes
Hit from the back when your
Shorty get tired though
She said she ain't fucking with me
Just know it's a lie though
Money Mission I'm just Tryina survive low
I'm at the bachelor pad I hope
I don't get a bride though
Why would I need me a main bitch
I get me a side hoe
I could see clear through the fronts but
The tints on the side though bitch I run
Bitch I run businesses don't got a tie though
Trap house smoking cherry gelato