Joey Trap - Tube Sock Freestyle lyrics
[Joey Trap - Tube Sock Freestyle lyrics]
Damn Haven, you did this shit?
Damn Haven, you did this shit? Look, uhm
I don't really got not time
So I don't check on bitches
I check lil' bitches
But never gon' have no check for bitches
I flex so vicious
My neck is shinin' like lights on Christmas
Hi-tech I'm sippin', I'm kiddin'
It's only activist, shit
An activist, but shit
After this I'ma smack more bitches
I never miss
I make hit's and then I collect more riches
Eleven niggas in here with
Some Mac-11's spittin' it's Joey Trap
He ain't trapped since he bump Xzibit
It's been a minute, but he ain't trippin'
He countin' digit's
That other life was a zip
Of problems and police tickin'
Grown up for my old self
Long way from Picasso long way
Sippin' down town New York City and SoHo
Wrong way, hit the Bronx fast
Now there's red all on my
New whip, got a new phone
Kept gettin' calls from my old hoes
New clothes from, new bitch finna deep-throat
I can't cuff no bitch, like, hell nah
Fuck police hoe
I'm feelin' great, I'm feelin' great
I'm gettin' money
Bro, why you hate? My pockets full
Yours got dust bunnies
I got the cake, I'm gettin' paper
A nigga runnin'
Your heard the tape, bitch, I'm Darth Vader
A nigga blunting
She call me daddy, you must be faded, bitch
I ain't ya' father
A nigga waited and now I made it
Still goin' farther
Couple grams in a tube sock
Runnin' form the feds while
I'm listenin' to 2Pac pistol on my ankle
Love to call that shit my shoe knot
No laces Margiela's lookin' hella cool, nah
It's good trap, Trap, Trap!
Damn Haven, you did this shit? Look, uhm
I don't really got not time
So I don't check on bitches
I check lil' bitches
But never gon' have no check for bitches
I flex so vicious
My neck is shinin' like lights on Christmas
Hi-tech I'm sippin', I'm kiddin'
It's only activist, shit
An activist, but shit
After this I'ma smack more bitches
I never miss
I make hit's and then I collect more riches
Eleven niggas in here with
Some Mac-11's spittin' it's Joey Trap
He ain't trapped since he bump Xzibit
It's been a minute, but he ain't trippin'
He countin' digit's
That other life was a zip
Of problems and police tickin'
Grown up for my old self
Long way from Picasso long way
Sippin' down town New York City and SoHo
Wrong way, hit the Bronx fast
Now there's red all on my
New whip, got a new phone
Kept gettin' calls from my old hoes
New clothes from, new bitch finna deep-throat
I can't cuff no bitch, like, hell nah
Fuck police hoe
I'm feelin' great, I'm feelin' great
I'm gettin' money
Bro, why you hate? My pockets full
Yours got dust bunnies
I got the cake, I'm gettin' paper
A nigga runnin'
Your heard the tape, bitch, I'm Darth Vader
A nigga blunting
She call me daddy, you must be faded, bitch
I ain't ya' father
A nigga waited and now I made it
Still goin' farther
Couple grams in a tube sock
Runnin' form the feds while
I'm listenin' to 2Pac pistol on my ankle
Love to call that shit my shoe knot
No laces Margiela's lookin' hella cool, nah
It's good trap, Trap, Trap!