Trap Door
Joey Bada$$ Lyrics

I went over to her house on Sunday morning
I visited her on a Sunday morning

Her moms had just gone to church
Her mother had just left for church

Drive slow homie, drive slow
Drive slowly, my friend

Shit, my eyes low
My eyes are bloodshot

It's only one way this can work out
There is only one way for this to go

Drop down, I'mma give you twenty if you scurred out
If you are scared, drop and give me twenty push-ups

You scurred now, call me the drill sergeant
You are scared now, refer to me as your drill sergeant

Charge in the apartment like a charger compartment
Enter the apartment quickly

I'm in the walls now, I'm wired up
I am now in the apartment's walls, and I am listening

So now the higher up is trying to quiet us, uh
Now the authorities are trying to silence us

Smoking on land, lord I light it up
I am smoking, and I have lit the joint

Just gettin fired up, now she coming like a fire truck
I am getting excited, and now she is coming toward me quickly

She threw the towel in, score for me oh for she
She has given up, and I have won

Cause she keep howlin' we showdown like shaolin
She keeps making noise, and we are arguing like Shaolin monks

Slow down for an hour then, sink it deep into the shallow end
Let's slow down for an hour and talk about this

How you like beef girl? Keep swallowing
Do you enjoy beef? Keep performing oral sex

Your food, I'm following your mood and it's blue and me too
I am following your emotions, and I am feeling blue as well

But I can't lie like I blew this green on you
But I cannot lie and say I spent this money on you

I blew it on the purple fume and I know I read your mind, right
I spent it on marijuana, and I know what you are thinking

You're bright, you want green of all types like limelight
You are smart, and you want money and attention

Balance is the kiwi fused in the tunes
The balance is like a kiwi fruit in the music

Third eye sight, she rodent the car with three blind mice
She has intuition and can see what others cannot, and she is in the car with people who are unaware of their surroundings

They chase cheese and don't think twice
They go after things without considering the consequences

And for that, some niggas in the cut get sliced, she looking back
For that reason, some people get hurt, and she is looking back

Now, cause she ain't met a nigga as real in the back
She is now looking back because she has not met someone as genuine as me

Down as shack she throw it back for that, willingly
She is willing to return and have sex with me again

She hope I catch children
She hopes to get pregnant from me

But the mag sheilding, in other words I wrap feelings
But I am protecting myself from emotional attachment

Yeah Joey that cat killin', villain
Yes, I am a ruthless and cunning person

I capture the cat in the trap, a door she sealing
I trap women with my charm, and they cannot escape

From sicilians to Miss Millins, to miss missin'
From Italian women to wealthy women to those who are just missing

I keep it lit till I'm burnt out
I keep going until I am exhausted

Could tell a chick bye look at how she turned out
I can predict how women will end up after being with me