Joey Trap – Tables lyrics

[Intro]
Man you boys can't even sit with us Stupid
You dumb ass niggas
You really thought -
You really thought you could sit with us Stupid
Nigga look at my shoes
These is Louboutin's Nigga

Young rich squad man you boys can’t even sit with us
Said he fly as me boy you must be smoking angel dust
New block blower pull up on you phonem paint you up
I get legal money ion fuck with all that shady stuff
Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
Pullin out the burner now he runnin like an athlete
Ion wanna squabble get the burner on your ass cheeks
Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass B
Never let a nigga act rowdy that’s a bitch move
Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do
I won’t never sell another gram I make rich moves
If I go broke ima get it out my bitch shoes
Walk to imperial and back lil baby
You ain’t even wild bro stop acting crazy

Fuck your pussy give me dome first
Brodie at your crib with that led call that home work
Find out when u sleep then we run up with that chrome burst
16 bars in this chop like a long verse
Been on the block finna ball like it’s cancer
Said that I’m broke shake my head get your bands up
She wanna fuck lol , that’s my answer
If bro hit the lick then we both got that hammer



Young rich squad man you boys can’t even sit with us
Said he fly as me boy you must be smoking angel dust
New block blower pull up on you phonem paint you up
I get legal money ion fuck with all that shady stuff
Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
Pullin out the burner now he runnin like an athlete
Ion wanna squabble get the burner on your ass cheeks
Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass B
Never let a nigga act rowdy that’s a bitch move
Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do
I won’t never sell another gram I make rich moves
If I go broke ima get it out my bitch shoes
Walk to imperial and back lil baby
You ain’t even wild bro stop acting crazy


I remember I was broke I ain’t have none
Now my fit is all designer in this Aston
Martin in this bitch Ima kick her out like Pam son
All these niggas want my sauce nigga y’all like plankton
Broke where bitch this ice on my neck
He ain’t got no bullets in that gun why he flex
Feel like I’m Nike cus I got these checks
She give head with no hands bitch look like a T-rex
I'm gone


Young rich squad man you boys can’t even sit with us
Said he fly as me boy you must be smoking angel dust
New block blower pull up on you phonem paint you up
I get legal money ion fuck with all that shady stuff
Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
Pull up out the burner now he runnin like an athlete
Ion wanna squabble get the burner on your ass cheeks
Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass B
Never let a nigga act rowdy that’s a bitch move
Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do
I won’t never sell another gram I make rich moves
If I go broke ima get it out my bitch shoes
Walk to imperial and back lil baby
You ain’t even wild bro stop acting crazy

DUMMY
You a stupid ass nigga ion wanna hear it
Over
Over