This a different level, you heard? Look

Got bricks like a free throw

Purp make me lean back like Fat Joe

Tool in my bitch purse, Home Depot

Baby, give me those straps, you don't need those

Yeah, I'm black and I'm Puerto Rican

Says she wanna give me throat, and now your bitch eat

They say Joey throwin' bands and never have a reason

Kloudgod bring hope, ****, fuck a demon

Bend it over, she a thot bitch

Young rich squad, Kloud gang, fuck the opp shit

Chineses food, low mein, we got chopsticks

Sorry, I don't ever push a broom where the mop spits

Wet 'em up, we gon' wet 'em up

Couple bands on my wrist, I just wet it up

Cocaine through her nose, she gon' sweat it out

Think I'm married to the money, she won't let me out

Yeah, my name Joey Trap, ho

**** rockin' with me everywhere like a black coat

My chopper sing hella loud like a C-note

**** lookin' for me, can't find me, Nemo

Say it louder, bitch, I need more

Made another hundred bands, still gon' need more

When it's comin' to that paper, I'ma fiend though

Look ma, no hands, watch her deepthroat

And bitch, I'm on the keys

And if you askin' 'bout your girl, that bitch is on her knees

You know my music, I'ma do it alway for the cheese

So what I'm about to do, I make her feet bleed

Boop, bop, I'ma bleed the bitch

Threw twenty bands on my arm, I AP'd the wrist

He be tryna get up in my party, he ain't make the list

Shawty over here is bendin' over like the Exorcist

Shake, shake the laffy taffy, feel like fabo on it

Gangster move in silence, nina got potatoes on it

**** iffy, uh, like I got a rainbow on me

She be shakin' ass, bust it down and bend it over

Hell nah, won't break me

Blue strips, blue print, like Jay-Z

Look alive, non-stop like Tay Keith

New York, ten bands at Macy's

This a real **** party

Sip a lot of lean or just pour up some Bacardi

You can go ahead and dance, think the homegirl off the molly

If you isn't turnin' up, you not invited, so I'm sorry, ay

Yeah, my name Joey Trap, ho

**** rockin' with me everywhere like a black coat

My chopper sing hella loud like a C-note

**** lookin' for me, can't find me, Nemo

Say it louder, bitch, I need more

Made another hundred bands, still gon' need more

When it's comin' to that paper, I'ma fiend though

Look ma, no hands, watch her deepthroat

And bitch, I'm on the keys

And if you askin' 'bout your girl, that bitch is on her knees

You know my music, I'ma do it alway for the cheese

Yo what I'm about to do, I make her feet bleed

Over it, over it

Trap, bitch