You’re a Joke E

You ain't a trapper, you're a joke. You're a joke. Been in the field, Been selling that dope. Let's go, let's go. One, two, three, I got too many hoes. All of that, I got bricks and cells. She wanna chill, hold the stick as well. Haters wanna hate, I get paid and I'm lit. All what I'm is a broke boy kid. I got nothing to prove, I just trap and I groove. Hit up the strip, I got nothing To lose. Call on my hitter, he know what To do. When I call on my baddie, she Know what to do. I got the trap in My veins, it's just in my name. Gotta keep humble, got feds on my case. Money laundry, firearms on my name. Been caught with a blade, slap a man in His face. Two whips up when we ride 'round. Two whacks up when we ride out. Them man there wanna hideout. When we slap this, then it's lights out. Yeah, we're trappers from the ghetto. Baby, don't be shy, yeah, you can say hello. Trappers. Yeah, we're trappers from the ghetto. Sliding through the hood, yeah, baby, what's the MO? Cutting through the ends, bro, have you got my Pesos? Counting in the trap, yeah, look at how My day goes. Drillers shoot when I say so. Yeah, she bad when I say so. Hundred bags for the re, twenty bags for the Glee. Put the drillers in the G, put them Boys there to sleep, yeah. Should've fucked to the beat, yeah, they say that I'm savage and I'm lit. You ain't a trapper, You're a joke. You're a joke. Been in the field, been selling that dope. Let's go, let's go. One, two, three, I got too many hoes. All of that, I got bricks and cells. She wanna chill, hold the stick as well. Haters wanna hate, I get paid and I'm lit. All what I'm on is a broke boy kid. You ain't a trapper, you're a joke. You're joke. Been in the field, been selling that dope. Let's go, let's go. One, two, three, I got too many hoes. All of that, I got bricks and cells. She wanna chill, hold the stick as well. Haters wanna hate, I get paid and I'm lit. All what I'm on is a broke boy kid.