Trap Door

I went over to her house on Sunday morning.

Her moms had just gone to church...

Drive slow homie, drive slow

Drive slow homie, drive slow

Drive slow homie, drive slow

Shit, my eyes low

It's only one way this can work out

Drop down, I'm a give you twenty if you scurred out

You scurred now, call me the drill sergeant

Charge in the apartment like a charger compartment

I'm in the walls now, I'm wired up

So now the higher up is trying to quiet us, uh

Smoking on land, lord I light it up

Just gettin fired up, now she coming like a fire truck

She threw the towel in, score for me oh for she

Cause she keep howlin' we showdown like shaolin

Slow down for an hour then, sink it deep into the shallow end

How you like beef girl? Keep swallowing

Your food, I'm following your mood and it's blue and me too

But I can't lie like I blew this green on you

I blew it on the purple fume and I know I read your mind, right

You're bright, you want green of all types like limelight

Balance is the kiwi fused in the tunes

Third eye sight, she rodent the car with three blind mice

They chase cheese and don't think twice

And for that, some niggas in the cut get sliced, she looking back

Now, cause she ain't met a nigga as real in the back

Down as shack she throw it back for that, willingly

She hope I catch children

But the mag sheilding, in other words I wrap feelings

Yeah Joey that cat killin', villain

I capture the cat in the trap, a door she sealing

From sicilians to Miss Millins, to miss missin' [x2]

I keep it lit till I'm burnt out

Could tell a chick bye look at how she turned out [x4]