Joey Trap - FENTANYL lyrics
[Joey Trap - FENTANYL lyrics]
Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga
Ay, number thirty thousand
Trappin' so much whip they call the
Police at the public housing
I can´t do no shit I told
Them niggas I was only browsing
Yo bitch love to wrestle, beat her up
I call it Ronnie Rousing
Damn, my fingers bleeding
All I´m doing is just fuckin' countin'
Damn, you niggas snitching
Funny he thought we won´t do shit about it
How you beefing on the internet
I know that you ain´t shot shit in your life
You never been a threat
Threw the fucking ocean on my arm
You never been in sweat
Put another plate up on the bar
And I ain´t bend to servin´ fentanyl
Press them with the 30 on the back
It look like Adderall
Damn, if I just stack up all
My money bread look hella' tall
Reachin' for that 30 with the drum
That stick was hella' small
You ain´t want no beef, nigga, I eat Philly's
Cheese steak and I´m dream chasin'
I´m feelin´ like I´m Meek Milly
EA cause I splay sports and you
Niggas out here pop pillies
Y'all countin' on Instagram and I´m
Countin' on top millies
I think money made a monster
My wrist is prolly magic
I whip another pot up
We gon' bring the beef right to your
Door like it´s a pot luck
Always keep a bullet in the head
I keep a shot tucked
Ay, fuck you know about that
Shoot em, put my pole right back
Windows on that 'cat, all black
Ay, that´s our team, energy
Ay, I´m a beast, envy me
Ay, MVP, carry teams ay, Hit ya head
Servin´ fentanyl, gettin' off (mm)
Just don´t get involved, we get it all
Ay, number thirty thousand
Trappin' so much whip they call the
Police at the public housing
I can´t do no shit I told
Them niggas I was only browsing
Yo bitch love to wrestle, beat her up
I call it Ronnie Rousing
Damn, my fingers bleeding
All I´m doing is just fuckin' countin'
Damn, you niggas snitching
Funny he thought we won´t do shit about it
How you beefing on the internet
I know that you ain´t shot shit in your life
You never been a threat
Threw the fucking ocean on my arm
You never been in sweat
Put another plate up on the bar
And I ain´t bend to servin´ fentanyl
Press them with the 30 on the back
It look like Adderall
Damn, if I just stack up all
My money bread look hella' tall
Reachin' for that 30 with the drum
That stick was hella' small
You ain´t want no beef, nigga, I eat Philly's
Cheese steak and I´m dream chasin'
I´m feelin´ like I´m Meek Milly
EA cause I splay sports and you
Niggas out here pop pillies
Y'all countin' on Instagram and I´m
Countin' on top millies
I think money made a monster
My wrist is prolly magic
I whip another pot up
We gon' bring the beef right to your
Door like it´s a pot luck
Always keep a bullet in the head
I keep a shot tucked
Ay, fuck you know about that
Shoot em, put my pole right back
Windows on that 'cat, all black
Ay, that´s our team, energy
Ay, I´m a beast, envy me
Ay, MVP, carry teams ay, Hit ya head
Servin´ fentanyl, gettin' off (mm)
Just don´t get involved, we get it all