Project Kid - Joey Trap

I’m a project kid, get it how I live

Catch me Lower East-Side, posted with yo' bitch

And those shorties hella bad, got the biggest lips

Like a shorty with an ass and them thick hips

Ayy, bust it down 'til it do a flip

Ayy, we should go to France, take her on a trip (Ayy)

Get it out them bands, you should flip them bricks, woah

Now I got the cash, I don’t need this shit

Flying state to state, I got the safe on me

In the Wraith, homie, drive in interstate on it

I don’t never talk to police, that’s a case on it

Got the rollie with the VV’s with the face on it

Girl you took my heart, but it ain’t stolen

In the foreign car, call it range rovin'

Let my niggas shine 'cause they stay golden

Girl you took my heart, but it ain’t stolen

Need a couple rounds fuckin' with you

Every time you leave, girl, I miss you

I don’t need a bitch, baby, just you

We can grab a fifth and get drunk too

Yeah, back shots, need a back brace

Break that bitch down, fuck the whole place up

Ayy, don’t make a sound, cover that mouth up

Yeah, we both the same cus we don’t give fucks

Flying state to state, I got the safe on me

In the Wraith, homie, drive in interstate on it

I don’t-, I don’t never talk to police, yeah, uh

Got the VV’s on my rollie

I’m a project kid, get it how I live

Catch me Lower East-Side, posted with yo' bitch

And those shorties hella bad, got the biggest lips

Like a shorty with an ass and them thick hips

Ayy, bust it down 'til it do a flip

Ayy, we should go to France, take her on a trip (Ayy)

Get it out them bands, you should flip them bricks, woah

Now I got the cash, I don’t need this shit

Flying state to state, I got the safe on me

In the Wraith, homie, drive in interstate on it

I don’t never talk to police, that’s a case on it

Got the rollie with the VV’s with the face on it

Girl you took my heart, but it ain’t stolen

In the foreign car, call it range rovin'

Let my niggas shine 'cause they stay golden

Girl you took my heart, but it ain’t stolen

Need a couple rounds fuckin' with you

Every time you leave, girl, I miss you

I don’t need a bitch, baby, just you

We can grab a fifth and get drunk too