Joey Trap - FLASH lyrics

Ahh, bitch I'm feeling like the
H to the izzay, bad to the bizzone
Ask any questions
You get mags out the chrizome
Ass out ya shorty
Wanna dance with the stick on
I smash then I'm done, I call an Uber
Send that bitch home
Hot nigga, I thought I was born in like '88
I'm on the block with the 30
And 40, I call it drake, uh
Mask on way before virus's changed the fate
But I'm back on the thuggin'
But niggas just can't relate, look
I ain't go to fashion week
Still look like a fashion show
Shawty tryna smash and tweak
Tell her I can't smash a ho
I be out here buggin', see the police
Said I had to go
I get stomach aches when I see red and blue
It's sad fasho
Ahh, but I know that you niggas
Wan' be just like me
So stop it, you'll never be me
It just isn't likely
Ridin', I think I'ma stepper, we in this Nike
I'm stylin', I'm sorry
I know I look like a hype beast
Haha, it's the Bape ain't it?
You is mad 'cause yo shit is fake ain't it?
That ain't a real gun, that shit is fake
Aim it
Niggas mad 'cause they really still hatin'
Anyways, I do the dash
I be chilling 'cause I'm really
Countin' up this cash i'm a villain
But I got the same powers as Flash
What would you do if you knew
That you could run this fast?

Haha, I just run up bands
I just run up bands i just run up bands