Joey Trap - QUICK SAND lyrics
[Joey Trap - QUICK SAND lyrics]
Uh
Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga
Big bands
Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal
That shit was quicksand
She was mixin' Molly with the Yola
Make a bitch dance
Fiends takin' Fentanyl
It got them niggas kickstand
Dude be always talkin' to the police
He the snitch man
Nigga, you trippin'
Said he dropped his mixtape on DatPiff
But who listen?
I don't think the diamonds on
This chain real, like
Too glisten
I ain't even satisfied with one
I need two bitches
Uh, respectfully
Notice how he had to pay for the head
I get neck for free
They be out here talkin' to feds
That sound fakе to me
They on Instagram like a thuggеr
That's some make-believe
I ain't got no time to die, nigga
Like I'm James Bond
How you say you down to ride, nigga
But you ain't calm?
Bullets all up in your ride
Nigga, call up State Farm
Uh
(?) , baby, go walk the (?)
Baby, she run that up
I got the K lately, I keep it off safety
I mean don't touch
You niggas mad 'bout it
It's 'cause they had doubted
And now I'm up
I been the man, nigga, I know the
Plan, nigga, and y'all just stuck
Uh
Pussy, cup is spillin' over
That ain't even real drip, nigga
Y'all rockin' Fashion Nova
Only speakin' real shit, nigga
I'm a fuckin' soldier
I'm the hardest of various ages, nigga
You should call me Hova
I let that ride 'cause
They ain't understand
But I bet your baby mama knows
That I'm the fuckin' man
And I walk around with Pistols on
Me and these fuckin' bands
If you try to run up on me, nigga
There ain't no fuckin' chance
Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal
That shit was quicksand
She was mixin' Molly with the Yola
Make a bitch dance
Fiends takin' Fentanyl
It got them niggas kickstand
Dude be always talkin' to the police
He the snitch man
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Hov
Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga
Big bands
Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal
That shit was quicksand
She was mixin' Molly with the Yola
Make a bitch dance
Fiends takin' Fentanyl
It got them niggas kickstand
Dude be always talkin' to the police
He the snitch man
Nigga, you trippin'
Said he dropped his mixtape on DatPiff
But who listen?
I don't think the diamonds on
This chain real, like
Too glisten
I ain't even satisfied with one
I need two bitches
Uh, respectfully
Notice how he had to pay for the head
I get neck for free
They be out here talkin' to feds
That sound fakе to me
They on Instagram like a thuggеr
That's some make-believe
I ain't got no time to die, nigga
Like I'm James Bond
How you say you down to ride, nigga
But you ain't calm?
Bullets all up in your ride
Nigga, call up State Farm
Uh
(?) , baby, go walk the (?)
Baby, she run that up
I got the K lately, I keep it off safety
I mean don't touch
You niggas mad 'bout it
It's 'cause they had doubted
And now I'm up
I been the man, nigga, I know the
Plan, nigga, and y'all just stuck
Uh
Pussy, cup is spillin' over
That ain't even real drip, nigga
Y'all rockin' Fashion Nova
Only speakin' real shit, nigga
I'm a fuckin' soldier
I'm the hardest of various ages, nigga
You should call me Hova
I let that ride 'cause
They ain't understand
But I bet your baby mama knows
That I'm the fuckin' man
And I walk around with Pistols on
Me and these fuckin' bands
If you try to run up on me, nigga
There ain't no fuckin' chance
Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal
That shit was quicksand
She was mixin' Molly with the Yola
Make a bitch dance
Fiends takin' Fentanyl
It got them niggas kickstand
Dude be always talkin' to the police
He the snitch man
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Hov