Paroles Trap door Joey Badass

Trap door

(Intro)
I went over to her house on Sunday morning.
Her moms had just gone to church...

(Hook)
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slow homie, drive slow
Shit, my eyes low

(Aye, wussup nigga?!)

(Verse 1)
It's only one way this can work out
Drop down, I'mma 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
Smoke it all in, lord I light it up
Just gettin fired up, now she coming like a fire truck
She threw the towel in, score for me, awful chic
Cause she keep ballin, we showdown like shaolin
Slow down for an hour then, sinking deep into the shallow end
How you like beef girl? Keep swallowing your food,
I'm following your mood in this blue
I'm here 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 four types like limelight
Balancing the kiwi fumes in the tombs
Third eye sight, she rolled in 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 in the shack she throw it back for that willingly
She hope I catch children
But the mad chilling, in other words I rap feelings

Yeah Joey that cat killin', villain
I'm catching the cat in the trap, a door she ceiling
From some ceilings to Miss Millins, to miss missin'
That cat killin', villain
I'm catching the cat in the trap, a door she ceiling
From some ceilings to Miss Millins, to miss missin'

(x4)
I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
Could tell a chick bye, look how she turned out