Joey Trap - YKHIB lyrics
[Joey Trap - YKHIB lyrics]
Hit from the back, girl you know how it be
Baby what's poppin' you know how it be
I got a choppa, like I'm NLE
I pop a percocet, then I get geeked
I'm with your shorty, I know she a freak
I got a Audemar, I be on freeze
I got a Patek, put that on my sleeve
Baby what's poppin' get down on your knees
Count up the paper I get to the P
Hit from the back, girl you know how it be
I get this money you, know how it be
You know how it be, boy, you know how it be
You don't want the drama
You don't want the beef
I got a choppa on me and
It hit's you like haha ha
I got a choppa on me and
It hit's you like haha ha
In a benzo swervin' till the tires burn
We not friends yo
Your business not my concern
Shе let me hit from the back
And I fuck hеr all night
'til the room get hot
I know you got a boyfriend
But it don't matter baby
You won't get caught
Y'all be playing make believe huh
'til your ass get shot
20 thousand on the pot
I make fiends on the block (O oh)
If you want drama, it's beef on demand
I know he your nigga, but girl I'm yo man
Getting this money nigga
No I don't have a plan
I got the chopper bullets nigga
I'm Son of Sam it's way too hot outside to
Leave the crib without fans
Y'all busy being broke and I
Be thumbing up bands (O oh)
Late night pop out, Glock when I pop out
It's a hit red beam on his Mata
He don't want no smoke right now
Get shot with a chop out
Getting this money, you know how it be
You don't want problems
And you don't want drama
And you don't want beef, you don't want beef
Empty this clip man, this 30 gon' fire
Play with your life, man you niggas could die
I got the fetty wop Glock out
We gon' take out your eye
Yah baby (Oo oo oo oo ooh)
Baby what's poppin' you know how it be
I got a choppa, like I'm NLE
I pop a percocet, then I get geeked
I'm with your shorty, I know she a freak
I got a Audemar, I be on freeze
I got a Patek, put that on my sleeve
Baby what's poppin' get down on your knees
Count up the paper I get to the P
Hit from the back, girl you know how it be
I get this money you, know how it be
You know how it be, boy, you know how it be
You don't want the drama
You don't want the beef
I got a choppa on me and
It hit's you like haha ha
I got a choppa on me and
It hit's you like haha ha
In a benzo swervin' till the tires burn
We not friends yo
Your business not my concern
Shе let me hit from the back
And I fuck hеr all night
'til the room get hot
I know you got a boyfriend
But it don't matter baby
You won't get caught
Y'all be playing make believe huh
'til your ass get shot
20 thousand on the pot
I make fiends on the block (O oh)
If you want drama, it's beef on demand
I know he your nigga, but girl I'm yo man
Getting this money nigga
No I don't have a plan
I got the chopper bullets nigga
I'm Son of Sam it's way too hot outside to
Leave the crib without fans
Y'all busy being broke and I
Be thumbing up bands (O oh)
Late night pop out, Glock when I pop out
It's a hit red beam on his Mata
He don't want no smoke right now
Get shot with a chop out
Getting this money, you know how it be
You don't want problems
And you don't want drama
And you don't want beef, you don't want beef
Empty this clip man, this 30 gon' fire
Play with your life, man you niggas could die
I got the fetty wop Glock out
We gon' take out your eye
Yah baby (Oo oo oo oo ooh)