Joey Trap - Professor Trap lyrics

Professor Trap is here to
Teach you niggas today

Y'all slicker than some soap
I'm sicker than if syphilis was
Chillin' in the Pope
I'm picking out these rappers
Line 'em next to me and flow
If a nigga can't keep up with
Me, then niggas get the pole, blaow!
Five-foot-five, still knock ya
Nigga's face off call me Mickey Mantle
Crackin' niggas like a baseball
Pussy niggas acting like they
Fast but never race, aw
I'ma do the dash, you better
Hide ya fuckin' safe, dog, look
Gucci straight from Italy
I'm literally the greatest
These bitches wanna bump me but
They boyfriends always hatin'
I been on my grind like if
My sneakers made for skating
Was walking through the valley of
The shadow getting faded, uh
Picture Joey sitting on sofa
Writing up a catalyst and
Sippin' on some soda
Purple gettin' crushed he's rolling up
A bunch of doja
The next thing that you know
Airbnb account is over

Airbnb deleted my account after
I got caught hotboxing
When I shot the music video for "Microwave"
I had to pay like five bands fuck Airbnb
Look uh, uh, look

A venue cannot book me 'less they
Know that I'ma smoke one
I'm analyzing pacifism, actually
There's no fuck
City on my back, the fuck they thought I was
A tow truck? I need some more respect
You pussy niggas can not show up
T-R-A, and yeah P is for the pistol on me
Plus she pop her pussy like a pimple on me
Ew
Joey prolly faded, nigga, sippin' on a pill
Hate these niggas 'round
Me no one else is ever real
Always need attention
That's way Joey gotta kill
I be on a kill streak bout to get a nuke
Chill rest in piece to any beat I spit on
Recipe is melodies Akachi made to hit on
Body any beat so it's a
Murder, that's the shit, huh?
Gucci, Fendi, Prada not enough
Let's hit a lick, uh
Professor Trap, you gotta teach these niggas
I should take attendance tryna
Reach these niggas
Bars is like a Xanax how they sleep on niggas
I be in a Audi, finna creep on niggas, nyoom
Niggas get to snitchin' when
You not around 'em
So my circle small just like the
Top on Johnson's Baby Powder
Talking bout the shit they really not
About will get 'em grounded
Stupid niggas turn to some pussies
I'ma get 'em pounded over, over, over, over