KG Smokey, Joey Trap - Shmacked lyrics
[KG Smokey, Joey Trap - Shmacked lyrics]
It's Joey aye, aye, yuh
Super smag Joey
I gotta piss right now OD bad
Ight, yuh, aye, yuh fuck!
Polo Locco with a bad bitch, mm
I'mma fuck the bitch on my mattress, mm
Niggas on point like a cactus, practice
Fuckin' up a bitch she an actress
Mm rich on bread like a sci-fi, mm
Pull up with the beef like Five Guys, mm
I ain't never seen a nigga
Shootin' at the breeze like a
Nigga in a drive-by ok
I'm ridin' down like a drive-by
Gotta bad bitch on my right side
Real shit, I don't lie
She give more neck than a bow-tie
Gasses on, feel 'em baby?
In this bitch like wi-fi
Why try, if you want the beef I gon D-way
Chris Bosh
I'm a pornstar when I'm with the heat
You walk the sidewalk I run the street
You walk the sidewalk I run the street, bitch
She talkin' shit but she all on my dick
Smoke at the pound while I'm sippin' the fit
I just smoke that dope, but you wanna
Serve me cus I'm flippin' that soap, aye
I got racks, arena
But you can't see me cus my wrist John Cena
Aye money in the way, you can't see me
Ray Charles, I'm pushin' keens
Gangster rapper, put the gangster first
I ain't smokin' purp
Got your bitch on her knees
Like that lil' bitch went to church
Strap on my hip like a Louis purse
Lemme tell ya, I put 'em in the dirt
That bitch to ride in his face
Super smag Joey
I gotta piss right now OD bad
Ight, yuh, aye, yuh fuck!
Polo Locco with a bad bitch, mm
I'mma fuck the bitch on my mattress, mm
Niggas on point like a cactus, practice
Fuckin' up a bitch she an actress
Mm rich on bread like a sci-fi, mm
Pull up with the beef like Five Guys, mm
I ain't never seen a nigga
Shootin' at the breeze like a
Nigga in a drive-by ok
I'm ridin' down like a drive-by
Gotta bad bitch on my right side
Real shit, I don't lie
She give more neck than a bow-tie
Gasses on, feel 'em baby?
In this bitch like wi-fi
Why try, if you want the beef I gon D-way
Chris Bosh
I'm a pornstar when I'm with the heat
You walk the sidewalk I run the street
You walk the sidewalk I run the street, bitch
She talkin' shit but she all on my dick
Smoke at the pound while I'm sippin' the fit
I just smoke that dope, but you wanna
Serve me cus I'm flippin' that soap, aye
I got racks, arena
But you can't see me cus my wrist John Cena
Aye money in the way, you can't see me
Ray Charles, I'm pushin' keens
Gangster rapper, put the gangster first
I ain't smokin' purp
Got your bitch on her knees
Like that lil' bitch went to church
Strap on my hip like a Louis purse
Lemme tell ya, I put 'em in the dirt
That bitch to ride in his face