Joey Trap - SUV MODE lyrics

[Intro] I came from the mud, made thousands off of ziplocs I came out the mud, ayy [Chorus] I came from the bottom, I made thousands off of ziplocs Rollie, rollie, like my rosary, no tick tock, uh Pray to God we make it out from all this stick talk Cayone, Spyder drive it fast, bendin' big blocks SUV mode, woah Clip on me, like woah b*tch wan' eat, like woah Come get dick, she old Come get deep, she old I had the Glock when I came out the trap Feel like a maggot, I'm bringing it back I'm off of ecstasy, I feel intact, ayy [Verse] I'm balling even with injury, huh I'm never seen nothin' but victory, huh I'm selling grams it gets slippery, huh We put you outta your misеry, huh Made it out the trenchеs, huh Rari rari flexing, huh You ain't sure you guessing, huh Got your shorty dressing up Wavy I be soul, soul searching Ziploc, I sold dope on purpose Shorty bad, but she know I'm workin' Porsche truck and you know I'm swervin' I'm lit, it isn't a mystery, huh Your shorty over here kissin' me, huh Think I'm the G.O.A.T. in the industry, huh You cut it open with symmetry, huh My shooters doin' geometry, yeah Think that the police is on to me, yeah I think I need an apology, yeah None of these rappers is as hard as me, yeah Benz truck or the Wraith, yeah, I'm choosy Came far with my life, like a movie Chops up on my stick, Call of Duty Watch us and you know we make movies [Chorus] I came from the bottom, I made thousands off of ziplocs Rollie, rollie, like my rosary, no tick tock, uh Pray to God we make it out from all this stick talk [?] Spyder drive it fast, bendin' big blocks SUV mode, woah Clip on me, like woah b*tch wan' eat, like woah Come get dick, she old Come get deep, she old I had the Glock when I came out the trap Feel like a maggot, I'm bringing it back I'm off of ecstasy, I feel intact, ayy