BLACK AIR FORCE ACTIVITY - Joey Trap

Akachi, he on the beat, it’s a murder

CBass, mother fucker

Oof

Aww yeah, new Black Air Force 1's

We kill beef for fun

Please don’t touch my guns

Haha, yeah, uh

Had to tell your bitch to throw it back

Ridin' in the fuckin' Cadillac, uh

Got the homies smokin' reefa in the back, bitch

(Joey Trap is daddy) Yeah, mm, that bitch call me daddy

I guess she’s a baddie

She got cake, no patty, wait, uh (What huh)

Don’t make a scene, this ain’t a dream

Might make her scream, I don’t need lean

I don’t need-, *gasp* Pssh (Oof)

I don’t need lean

I drink some NyQuil, bitch, I feel drowsy

I take that proudly

Don’t need a team, can’t spell it without me

I don’t need a team, can’t spell it without me

Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, pssh, ayy-ayy

My watch is expensive, please don’t get defensive

You is unimpressive, my diamonds reflective

If you see the light it might just blind you for a second

Yo' shawty showin' all kinds of affection, bitch

She on her knees, like those guys at confession

Yo' bitch a fiend, I can’t stop her obsession

When I was 15, I got caught for possession

I pipe it up, baby, shoutout to PJ

Don’t beat my meat, my girl ask for a Threeway

Don’t want no smoke, you could get that shit today

But we bring the chopper and find out where he stay

That must’ve hurt, hit a nigga with a nunchuck

Yo' bitch litty at the crib, gettin' fucked up

She wanna shake it, told her drop it like a dump truck

Dennis the Menace, I’m just a bad kid, huh, huh

Got a foot fetish, but I’m not average, yuh, yuh

Suck on the toes when a nigga smashin', uh, uh

Diamonds is water, a nigga splashin' (Oo)

Ayy, no Ben 10, I got a wrist, it make me Diamondhead

Yo' bitch textin' on my phone, I had to leave her read

No cap, I don’t wanna talk if it ain’t 'bout the bread

Yeah, yeah, new Gucci shoes, still wear black forces

New Tesla X, I don’t wanna drive Porches

Do you wanna fuck?

All I heard is of course’s

Aww yeah, new Black Air Force 1's

We kill beef for fun

Please don’t touch my guns

Haha, yeah, uh

Had to tell your bitch to throw it back

Ridin' in the fuckin' Cadillac, uh

Got the homies smokin' reefa in the back, bitch

(Joey Trap is daddy) Yeah, mm, that bitch call me daddy

I guess she’s a baddie

She got cake, no patty, wait, uh, uh

Don’t make a scene, this ain’t a dream

Might make her scream, I don’t need lean

I don’t need-, uh (I don’t drink-)