WORLD WAR 3 - Joey Trap

Your shorty do 'bout whatever I say

She call my phone every night, every day

Bro don’t want smoke, she tell me where you stay

She like to wear baguetties in her face

I like to fuck her, wear Saint Laurent

She like to fuckin' put my music on

I’m out in public smokin' on the strong

She out in Publix sniffin' on the dope

Most of the choppas come in with a scope

I’m out in traffic, gotta keep a

These niggas trash and I still give 'em hope, ayy

World War 3, my niggas got snipers

Choppin' up niggas like Tyson

Most of these rappers ain’t writin'

Most of these rapper be bitin'

I sound like your favorite rapper

Or does he sound like me?

Glock kill niggas for free

Young nigga been too street

Like Florida, play with the heat

We in Miami ten deep

We got the sticks, uh-uh-uh-uh

Big Chop', uh-uh-uh, yeah

Nigga’s don’t want that, uh

You need to get more money

World War 3, my niggas got snipers

Choppin' up niggas like Tyson

Most of these rappers ain’t writin'

Most of these rapper be bitin'

I come through like I am a general

Think I’m the greatest in general

Don’t wanna be famous in general

But I’ll take some milly in serveral

I think I made it in general

They want a case going federal, eee

I where my heart on my sleeve

Big perky get heat

Cops came through, won’t speak

Chop’s like World War 3, uh

Got a Glock like World War 3, uh

Big AK on me, uh

So many holes on sleeve, uh

Like five on top to ride

Not, cop, rhyme, fly