40 Bars Songtext
von Joey Trap

Stupid
TG on this track
Low The Great, Low The great nLow The Great, Low The great

Ay, fuckin′ with these benz
Got my pockets and my eyes low
Wrist too clean, my nigga, I call it time froze
Your girlfriend, wanna fuck, that's not even my hoe
I′ma do the dash and bounce to a different time zone

Eyes low, hey, lil' nigga!
You a nice guy, you ain' pullin′ on no triggas′
She a wild bitch and a fuckin' gold digga′
And that tommy always on me I ain't wearing Hilfiger
Or like, I get bread and don′t say shit
Issa new whip and my bands, it's a spaceship
Bucket in my bag, and my niggas getting caked with
She get in her feelings, now I′m mad, she a fake bitch
Stupid! (Haha) I'm on hot shit


He talk shit (pop pop), he get shot quick
Made 20 bands on the chicks, on my side bitch
Came up, and ran with the shit, and I got rich
It's over! Ay! What this a Rolex?
Catch me with a bad foreign bitch and we both flex
Tell me how we trapping niggas, sipping on this Hitech
Need two pounds loud, give me five secs

We got the hot shit
We got the mob sticks
We take them shots, like them pics we gon′ crop shit
Over! Ay! Lil′ baby
Give her two xans and she start acting crazy
Sip a lil' lean with my bro now we lazy
I hopped out that Mazi, so they wanna fade me Dummy
I don′t fight so you should bring a vest
Matter fact, that shit don't really matter

We gon′ hit your head
Aiming and off tops like I'm spittin′ verses made of lead
Then these niggas crop
Why you so mad, my nigga, I get bucks?
My bitch ain't average, nigga, you fuck ducks
I've been in my bag lil′ nigga don′t give fucks
And a bitch shake ass for Donald, but don't suck
Like chill


I rap about it, I don′t post about it
All my niggas catchin' bodies, never really spoken about it
Deffo′ gotta catch you out in traffic, we gon' take you out it
All I know is I be ridin′ in a fuckin' Audi
All these niggas actin' all stupid, don′t get fucking rowdy
Kloud Gang, caught shit, set, I get fuckin′ Kloudy
Stupid