Joey Trap - LEAVE ME ALONE lyrics
[Joey Trap - LEAVE ME ALONE lyrics]
Damn Diamond you crazy
Ight boom, bitch give me face (Graa boom)
I like, bitch how it taste? (Graa graa)
Like this a Benzo but it's not a race
(Raaa boom) but, if you want (Graa boom)
Like fuck bread, I need baguettes (Baguettes)
Like fuck feds, we hit his head (In his head)
Nigga word to my dead bro speak up
(Word to dead) we ain't hear what
You said (Grrrraa gra gra boom)
Getting this money she get left on read
I'm bout this butter that's word to my spread
(word)
I'm sippin' codeine bitch I'm off the meds
I saw a opp betcha everything red
Everything dead (Grrrraa gra gra boom)
Like damn, he in his zone (Graa boom)
Fiends keep knocking
They don't call my phone
(Don't call my phone)
Like who's talking? Bitch leave me uh
(Leave me alone)
Like who's talking? Bitch leave me alone
(alone)
Won't catch cases cause see me I'm home
(Hello)
Like who's he? Bitch I am him (I'm him)
I shoot 3, don't hit the rim
Aye I'm a Reaper, my nickname is "Grim"
(Gra gra boom)
Like you be cuffing a thot, you a simp
(You a simp)
You not tryin' you ain't 50 Cent
(You a bitch)
SRT hit the curb in that bih (Hitchyo)
How you plugging bitch? You ain't make rent
(Getcho rent)
I be getting this money it spent
(That shit spent)
You take a pill but that shit made of fent
(That shit fent)
I step on all of your work, made a dent
Bulletproof windows the whip Clark Kent
Like who's that? He not on go
It's a wrap, he not my bro
You niggas cappin' I know you gon' choke
(He dead)
This Zazo, light 'em up and I smoke
(Everything dead)
Ight boom, bitch give me face
I like, bitch how it taste?
Like this a Benzo but it's not a race
But, if you want
Like fuck bread, I need baguettes
Like fuck feds, we hit his head
Nigga word to my dead
Bro speak up we ain't hear what you said
(Nigga everything dead)
Ight boom, bitch give me face (Graa boom)
I like, bitch how it taste? (Graa graa)
Like this a Benzo but it's not a race
(Raaa boom) but, if you want (Graa boom)
Like fuck bread, I need baguettes (Baguettes)
Like fuck feds, we hit his head (In his head)
Nigga word to my dead bro speak up
(Word to dead) we ain't hear what
You said (Grrrraa gra gra boom)
Getting this money she get left on read
I'm bout this butter that's word to my spread
(word)
I'm sippin' codeine bitch I'm off the meds
I saw a opp betcha everything red
Everything dead (Grrrraa gra gra boom)
Like damn, he in his zone (Graa boom)
Fiends keep knocking
They don't call my phone
(Don't call my phone)
Like who's talking? Bitch leave me uh
(Leave me alone)
Like who's talking? Bitch leave me alone
(alone)
Won't catch cases cause see me I'm home
(Hello)
Like who's he? Bitch I am him (I'm him)
I shoot 3, don't hit the rim
Aye I'm a Reaper, my nickname is "Grim"
(Gra gra boom)
Like you be cuffing a thot, you a simp
(You a simp)
You not tryin' you ain't 50 Cent
(You a bitch)
SRT hit the curb in that bih (Hitchyo)
How you plugging bitch? You ain't make rent
(Getcho rent)
I be getting this money it spent
(That shit spent)
You take a pill but that shit made of fent
(That shit fent)
I step on all of your work, made a dent
Bulletproof windows the whip Clark Kent
Like who's that? He not on go
It's a wrap, he not my bro
You niggas cappin' I know you gon' choke
(He dead)
This Zazo, light 'em up and I smoke
(Everything dead)
Ight boom, bitch give me face
I like, bitch how it taste?
Like this a Benzo but it's not a race
But, if you want
Like fuck bread, I need baguettes
Like fuck feds, we hit his head
Nigga word to my dead
Bro speak up we ain't hear what you said
(Nigga everything dead)