"2017 M&M (TIME CAPSULE)" lyrics
(L-Lskii on the track)
Trap, Trap, Trap (Hood rich)
[?] bottom bitch, she got an ass like she Nicki (Hood)
From the bottom, I remember bro was sippin' the mixing
You just have to scrape the edge up, boy, that stove can get sticky
Got the baking soda, mix the bowl, that shit can get tricky (Hood)
Maserati windows and it's tinted, baby
I was sippin' soda since the 7th grade
I remember posted, I was sippin' crazy
Now I'm gettin' money and it's every day
Gucci on my loafers, I got Louis on my slippers
Joey with the zip, fuck what you got, nigga
Posted with my hitters like we playin' for the Clippers
Posted with my hitters like we golden and we winnin'
Pull up in the Benz, like pop that, pop back
I don't need no friends, got a bad bitch, pop that
Pussy niggas hatin', when they talk that, talk back
I don't need to spend, gotta cop that, drop that
Niggas watch me like I'm [?], freak ho
Gettin' on her knees, on her knees, go freak mode
Got me wild, boy, like I'm Steve-O, free throw
Yeah, a nigga ball like I'm Schemo, pause that
Ayy-ayy-ayy, Trap
Ayy Trap, you lookin' fly in that mosh, boy
Can I get a picture for the 'gram or somethin'?
I know I was hatin' on the 'gram, but, I got my—
My nephew, my niece, they—they fans
I—I was hatin' before, but it's different now
Pussy nigga what you think? (Look)
I own a new Masi', you rented it (Hood)
She callin' me papi, she Mexican (Hood)
He said we could 'bout it, we let 'em in
Boy, we can't sit down and talk, this ain't Letterman
It's Joey, should call me a veteran
I'm antisocial, my only friend Benjamín
I'm sick so I need me some medicine
Try to run game, pussy boy, I invented it
I got me a [?] I defended it
[?], don't mess with her
She tell me she love me, she wildin' though
Baby, I swear I just met you a while ago
I don't need no Wock', I can't find the ho
I got a bitch that treat me like I'm Pablo
Esco', let's go, next yo', next rack and more liquor
Lil' Trap, more guns, more fun, more hate and more bitches (Hood)
Boy, I'm back, news flash, y'all was hatin', now I'm up, you knew that
Who is that flexin' hard? Oh, it's Joey, he been on a new path (Trap, trap, trap)
[?] bottom bitch, she got an ass like she Nicki (Hood)
From the bottom, I remember bro was sippin' the mixing
You just have to scrape the edge up, boy, that stove can get sticky
Got the baking soda, mix the bowl, that shit can get tricky (Hood)
Maserati windows and it's tinted, baby
I was sippin' soda since the 7th grade
I remember posted, I was sippin' crazy
Now I'm gettin' money and it's every day
Gucci on my loafers, I got Louis on my slippers
Joey with the zip, fuck what you got, nigga
Posted with my hitters like we playin' for the Clippers
Posted with my hitters like we golden and we winnin'
Pull up in the Benz, like pop that, pop back
I don't need no friends, got a bad bitch, pop that
Pussy niggas hatin', when they talk that, talk back
I don't need to spend, gotta cop that, drop that
Niggas watch me like I'm [?], freak ho
Gettin' on her knees, on her knees, go freak mode
Got me wild, boy, like I'm Steve-O, free throw
Yeah, a nigga ball like I'm Schemo, pause that
Ayy-ayy-ayy, Trap
Ayy Trap, you lookin' fly in that mosh, boy
Can I get a picture for the 'gram or somethin'?
I know I was hatin' on the 'gram, but, I got my—
My nephew, my niece, they—they fans
Yo', shut the fuck up, nigga, you the fan, nigga
You was just hatin' about
Fuckin', a couple days ago, you was hatin', my nigga
Get the fuck off my—
Bro—, matter fact (Chill bro, it's not that serious)
Yo', Smokey (Yo', please chill)
Nah, nah, nah, get this nigga, get this nigga
Trap, Trap, Trap (Hood rich)
[?] bottom bitch, she got an ass like she Nicki (Hood)
From the bottom, I remember bro was sippin' the mixing
You just have to scrape the edge up, boy, that stove can get sticky
Got the baking soda, mix the bowl, that shit can get tricky (Hood)
Maserati windows and it's tinted, baby
I was sippin' soda since the 7th grade
I remember posted, I was sippin' crazy
Now I'm gettin' money and it's every day
Gucci on my loafers, I got Louis on my slippers
Joey with the zip, fuck what you got, nigga
Posted with my hitters like we playin' for the Clippers
Posted with my hitters like we golden and we winnin'
Pull up in the Benz, like pop that, pop back
I don't need no friends, got a bad bitch, pop that
Pussy niggas hatin', when they talk that, talk back
I don't need to spend, gotta cop that, drop that
Niggas watch me like I'm [?], freak ho
Gettin' on her knees, on her knees, go freak mode
Got me wild, boy, like I'm Steve-O, free throw
Yeah, a nigga ball like I'm Schemo, pause that
Ayy-ayy-ayy, Trap
Ayy Trap, you lookin' fly in that mosh, boy
Can I get a picture for the 'gram or somethin'?
I know I was hatin' on the 'gram, but, I got my—
My nephew, my niece, they—they fans
I—I was hatin' before, but it's different now
Pussy nigga what you think? (Look)
I own a new Masi', you rented it (Hood)
She callin' me papi, she Mexican (Hood)
He said we could 'bout it, we let 'em in
Boy, we can't sit down and talk, this ain't Letterman
It's Joey, should call me a veteran
I'm antisocial, my only friend Benjamín
I'm sick so I need me some medicine
Try to run game, pussy boy, I invented it
I got me a [?] I defended it
[?], don't mess with her
She tell me she love me, she wildin' though
Baby, I swear I just met you a while ago
I don't need no Wock', I can't find the ho
I got a bitch that treat me like I'm Pablo
Esco', let's go, next yo', next rack and more liquor
Lil' Trap, more guns, more fun, more hate and more bitches (Hood)
Boy, I'm back, news flash, y'all was hatin', now I'm up, you knew that
Who is that flexin' hard? Oh, it's Joey, he been on a new path (Trap, trap, trap)
[?] bottom bitch, she got an ass like she Nicki (Hood)
From the bottom, I remember bro was sippin' the mixing
You just have to scrape the edge up, boy, that stove can get sticky
Got the baking soda, mix the bowl, that shit can get tricky (Hood)
Maserati windows and it's tinted, baby
I was sippin' soda since the 7th grade
I remember posted, I was sippin' crazy
Now I'm gettin' money and it's every day
Gucci on my loafers, I got Louis on my slippers
Joey with the zip, fuck what you got, nigga
Posted with my hitters like we playin' for the Clippers
Posted with my hitters like we golden and we winnin'
Pull up in the Benz, like pop that, pop back
I don't need no friends, got a bad bitch, pop that
Pussy niggas hatin', when they talk that, talk back
I don't need to spend, gotta cop that, drop that
Niggas watch me like I'm [?], freak ho
Gettin' on her knees, on her knees, go freak mode
Got me wild, boy, like I'm Steve-O, free throw
Yeah, a nigga ball like I'm Schemo, pause that
Ayy-ayy-ayy, Trap
Ayy Trap, you lookin' fly in that mosh, boy
Can I get a picture for the 'gram or somethin'?
I know I was hatin' on the 'gram, but, I got my—
My nephew, my niece, they—they fans
Yo', shut the fuck up, nigga, you the fan, nigga
You was just hatin' about
Fuckin', a couple days ago, you was hatin', my nigga
Get the fuck off my—
Bro—, matter fact (Chill bro, it's not that serious)
Yo', Smokey (Yo', please chill)
Nah, nah, nah, get this nigga, get this nigga
