[Joey Trap] Run that bih' up like a track meet Run that bih' up like a track meet Gimme the pack and I might tax that, ooh She gotta fatty I might tap that, ooh Gimmie ya' addy we pulling up to ya' pad And then we gon pull out the rattle and go click clack, ooh I ride that bih' like a boat with a sail on it She suck my dick then I bail on her, ooh I got a pack in a box that says mail on it Open it up and then sell all it, ooh I'm from the street man I feel like sesame, uh All of these thotties wanna have sex with me, uh Whip it and flip it I know the recipe remember me when y'all Niggas sleeping now you texting me, mmh She ride my dick like a skateboard, eww I get the bop I don't date whores, eww I gave her Xanax she might deep throat, mmh I got my tool straight from Home Depot, yeah Lit pimpin', wrist pimpin', whip pimpin' Shit, okay Piss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah, they sick, mmh [Comethazine] 40 round drum get him gone, aye Aim it at fuck nigga dome, aye Run through his crib when there's nobody home And then take everything that he own, aye My niggas got all them poles, aye 30 round drum at your nose, aye Niggas they don't want no beef, yeah She wanna fuck me cause my teeth, are golden Talk all that shit: Whatchu mean? Its over I can not smoke regular weed, it's OG I'm on a kill streak oh no Uzi clip right at yo nose, aye Ride with the chopper I might blow, aye Free X nigga free vro, aye My niggas running with them poles, aye I ball on niggas like D rose Aye, aye, yeah I smoke that boof with my vro, aye I smoke that boof with my vro, aye