Joey Trap Project Kid
[Intro]
Akachi in this mother f..cker
[Chorus]
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
[Post-Chorus]
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 f..ckin' 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
[Verse]
Yeah, back shots, need a back brace
Break that bitch down, f..ck the whole place up
Ayy, don't make a sound, cover that mouth up
Yeah, we both the same cus we don't give f..cks
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
[Chorus]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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 f..ckin' 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