Also referring to himself as "Kloud God," he is a hip hop artist with a couple of 2017 projects titled Free Trap, Trap Jack 2 and Misadventures of Trap Jack. One of his top tracks is titled "I Got Top In Bikini Bottom."
He began to publish music online around the summer of 2016. An early song he posted to SoundCloud was titled "Hold On (No One)." He has released a number of freestyles based on the kid's show Sesame Street, and another over XXXTENTACION's "King of the Dead."
EYES
Joey Trap Lyrics
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Yo
Mm, mm
Yo
Niggas be beefing a lot
I don't do none of the talking I just chill with my shorty
If you want smoke, send my bro
I'm with yo bitch getting naughty
She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
Do what the streets always taught me
Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
I know he pussy he talking
But never action
You know I'm packing
I do this shit with a passion
That's why I'm splashing
Diamonds is dancing
You niggas stuck in the past
And I'm in the future
Race me I'll loose ya
You niggas copy, you junior
My niggas shoot ya, chopper gon' tune ya
I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread
I can't do the broke
I just be sipping that Henny
I smoke on that gas I can't do the coke
I'm in that phantom like Danny
Yo bitch drop her panties as soon as I spoke
Young niggas getting that money
I laugh to the bank like that shit is a joke
We just be vibe
I'm with the gang, call it the tribe
Get with the time
Jewish 'n' shit but my lawyer still bribe
Can you describe me
Bitch I'm the king just know I get live
I'm with the Tommy
Ain't no hill figure this chopper gon' drive
Bitch you a mess
You need a pack then say less
My niggas is blessed
Aim at ya top fuck a vest
Yo bitch giving neck she like how I dress
I'm twenty-one so I'm stressed a millionaire
Who woulda guessed
I'm finna floss like it's crest
I'm doing my thing shorty you know the rest
This one don't need any hook
I came here to gas you came here to fish
I got my shit from the cook
You know he the chef his special the brick
I write my shit like a book
It's easy to me why you niggas look pissed
I'm sorry shorty you shook
I know that you love me I'm never gon' kiss
You niggas weird my nigga
I'm never gon' fear no nigga
I'm talking 'bout
You prolly fear my niggas
'Cause we with the peels 'n' triggers I'm talking 'bout
Banana clip on the AK
Send 'em out have you hit on the same day
I did this shit for the pay day
How we living we ain't take the Safeway
Bitch I might shoot a nigga
Meet my Ruger nigga, yuh-yuh
I did the drums on this beat
Like Lex Luger nigga, yuh-yuh
'Kachi he snapped on the melly
It's free that boy Melly I think about murder
If I ain't rap I'ma felly
Just wishing for opps showing up Timmy Turner
Bitch I'm the best, uh
Feel like a winner, uh
You know the vibe
Eat chicken breast, uh
Had that for dinner, uh
You know what time
I know I'm blessed
Bitch, I'm a sinner
We finna die
Gucci my vest
So if you gon' kill me
Shoot at my eyes
You better shoot at my eyes
Nigga better
Boy better shoot me right in my fucking head you shoot at me nigga
Niggas finna die today
The lyrics to Joey Trap's song "EYES" delve into themes of street life, violence, and confidence. The song opens with the singer observing how people engage in conflicts and drama, but he prefers to let his actions speak for him. He emphasizes his loyalty to his friends and warns that if someone wants trouble, his brother will be there to handle the situation. The lyrics continue to convey the singer's assertive attitude, bragging about his luxurious lifestyle, his ability to handle any situation with passion and determination, and his readiness to protect himself and his crew from any threats.
The second part of the song takes a darker turn, where the singer expresses a lack of fear towards any individual. He talks about his associates using drugs and weapons, which both intimidates others and instills a sense of fear. The lyrics also mention the singer's writing skills and his ability to put together lyrics effortlessly. He talks about being a millionaire at a young age and his confidence in his success. The final lines express defiance and challenge, asserting that the singer is prepared to defend himself and that those who threaten him will face dire consequences.
Overall, "EYES" explores themes of street life, self-assurance, and the realities of living in a dangerous environment where violence is a constant threat.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo
Hey
Niggas be beefing a lot
People often engage in conflicts
I don't do none of the talking I just chill with my shorty
I prefer not to engage in discussions and instead spend time with my partner
If you want smoke, send my bro
If you want trouble, contact my friend
He pull up with the action and bust with a .40
He arrives with aggression and fires a .40 gun
I'm with yo bitch getting naughty
I am engaging in provocative activities with your girlfriend
She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
She removes her clothing while my car is stylish
Do what the streets always taught me
Follow the lessons I learned from the streets
Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
Save my money and be cautious of your actions
I know he pussy he talking
I know he is acting tough with his words
But never action
But lacks the actions to back it up
You know I'm packing
You know I am carrying a weapon
I do this shit with a passion
I do this with great enthusiasm
That's why I'm splashing
That is why I am spending lavishly
Diamonds is dancing
My diamonds are shining and attracting attention
You niggas stuck in the past
You individuals are fixed on the past
And I'm in the future
While I am focused on the future
Race me I'll loose ya
Challenge me in a race and I will surpass you
You niggas copy, you junior
You imitate, you are inferior
My niggas shoot ya, chopper gon' tune ya
My friends will shoot you, the rifle will harm you
I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread
I had to focus on my ambitions, I had to make money
I can't do the broke
I cannot tolerate being poor
I just be sipping that Henny
I simply drink Hennessy
I smoke on that gas I can't do the coke
I smoke high-quality marijuana, I cannot consume cocaine
I'm in that phantom like Danny
I am driving a luxurious car like Danny Phantom
Yo bitch drop her panties as soon as I spoke
Your girlfriend removes her undergarments immediately after I spoke
Young niggas getting that money
Young individuals are accumulating wealth
I laugh to the bank like that shit is a joke
I find it amusing to deposit money in the bank as if it is a humorous act
We just be vibe
We simply enjoy ourselves
I'm with the gang, call it the tribe
I am with my group of friends, referring to them as a tribe
Get with the time
Keep up with current trends
Jewish 'n' shit but my lawyer still bribe
I may have Jewish heritage, but my lawyer still engages in bribery
Can you describe me
Can you provide a description of me
Bitch I'm the king just know I get live
I am the ruler, understand that I am lively
I'm with the Tommy
I am with a gun, specifically a Tommy Gun
Ain't no hill figure this chopper gon' drive
This firearm, not a fashion brand, will be operated
Bitch like a mess
You are disorderly, like a mess
You need a pack then say less
If you require drugs, simply say so with fewer words
My niggas is blessed
My friends are fortunate
Aim at ya top fuck a vest
Target your head, disregarding the protection of a bulletproof vest
Yo bitch giving neck she like how I dress
Your girlfriend is performing oral sex on me, appreciating my fashion sense
I'm twenty-one so I'm stressed a millionaire
As a twenty-one-year-old, I experience stress despite being wealthy
Who woulda guessed
Who would have anticipated
I'm finna floss like it's crest
I am about to flaunt my wealth like combing with a brand called Crest
I'm doing my thing shorty you know the rest
I am pursuing my goals, baby, you are familiar with the remaining details
This one don't need any hook
This song does not require a catchy chorus
I came here to gas you came here to fish
I arrived to impress, while you arrived to try and gain something
I got my shit from the cook
I obtained my drugs from the dealer
You know he the chef his special the brick
You are aware that he is an expert dealer and his specialty is selling drugs
I write my shit like a book
I compose my lyrics like a novel
It's easy to me why you niggas look pissed
It is simple to me, which is why you individuals appear angry
I'm sorry shorty you shook
I apologize, but baby, you are frightened
I know that you love me I'm never gon' kiss
I am aware that you have feelings for me, but I will never reciprocate with a kiss
You niggas weird my nigga
You individuals are strange, my friend
I'm never gon' fear no nigga
I will never be afraid of anyone
You prolly fear my niggas
You probably fear my friends
'Cause we with the peels 'n' triggers I'm talking 'bout
Because we possess pills and firearms, I am referring to
Banana clip on the AK
Extended magazine attached to the AK-47 rifle
Send 'em out have you hit on the same day
Send them out to cause harm and have you attacked on the very day
I did this shit for the pay day
I engaged in this activity with the intention of receiving payment
How we living we ain't take the Safeway
We are living a certain way without resorting to caution or safety
Bitch I might shoot a nigga
I might actually shoot someone, female dog
Meet my Ruger nigga, yuh-yuh
Allow me to introduce you to my Ruger firearm, friend
I did the drums on this beat
I produced the drums in this musical composition
Like Lex Luger nigga, yuh-yuh
Similar to how Lex Luger produced beats, man
'Kachi he snapped on the melly
My friend 'Kachi delivered an excellent performance on the song
It's free that boy Melly I think about murder
That guy Melly is free, and I often contemplate committing a violent act
If I ain't rap I'ma felly
If I were not a rapper, I would be a criminal
Just wishing for opps showing up Timmy Turner
I am desperately hoping for adversaries to appear, similar to the character Timmy Turner
Bitch I'm the best, uh
I am the greatest, uh
Feel like a winner, uh
I feel like a champion, uh
You know the vibe
You are familiar with the feeling or atmosphere
Eat chicken breast, uh
I consume chicken breast, uh
Had that for dinner, uh
I ate that for dinner, uh
You know what time
You understand the situation
I know I'm blessed
I am aware I am fortunate
Bitch, I'm a sinner
I am a sinner, female dog
We finna die
We are inevitably going to die
Gucci my vest
My bulletproof vest is made by Gucci
So if you gon' kill me
Therefore, if you are planning to murder me
Shoot at my eyes
Aim for my eyes while shooting
You better shoot at my eyes
It would be more effective if you aimed specifically for my eyes
Nigga better
You should, man
Boy better shoot me right in my fucking head you shoot at me nigga
Dude, you should shoot me directly in the head rather than just firing at me, man
Niggas finna die today
People are going to die today
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Written by: Justin Joseph Kirkpatrick
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@kalebfortinyuill2784
lyrics
[Verse]
Niggas be beefing a lot
I don't do none of the talking, just chill with my shorty
If he want smoke, send my bro
He pull up with the action and bust with a .40
I'm with yo' bitch getting naughty
She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
Do what the streets always taught me
Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
I know he pussy, he talking, but never action
You know I'm packing
I do this shit with a passion
That's why I'm splashing
Diamonds is dancing
You niggas stuck in the past and I'm in the future
Race me, I'll lose ya'
You niggas copy, you junior
My niggas shoot, ya' chopper gon' tune ya'
I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread
I can't do the broke
I just be sipping that Henny, I smoke on that gas
I can't do the coke
I'm in that Phantom, like Danny
Yo' bitch drop her panties as soon as I spoke
Young niggas getting that money
I laugh to the bank like that shit is a joke
We just be vibe
I'm with the gang, we call it the tribe
Get with the time
Jewish and shit, but my lawyer still bribe
Can you describe me?
Bitch I'm the king, just know I get live
I'm with the tommy
Ain't no Hilfiger, this chopper gon' drive
Bitch, you a mess
You need a pack? Then say less
My niggas is blessed
Aim at ya' top, fuck a vest
Yo' bitch giving neck, she like how I dress
I'm 21, so I'm stressed a millionaire
Who would of guessed?
I'm finna floss like it's crest
I'm doing my thing, shorty, you know the rest
This one don't need any hook, I came here to gas, you came here to fish
I got my shit from the cook, you know he the chef, his special the brick
I write my shit like a book, it's easy to me, why you niggas look pissed?
I'm sorry, shorty, you shook?
I know that you love me, I'm never gon' kiss
You niggas weird, my nigga
I'm never gon' fear no nigga I'm talking 'bout
You prolly fear my niggas
'Cause we with the peels and triggers, I'm talking 'bout
Banana clip on the AK
Send 'em out, have you hit on the same day
I did this shit for the pay day
How we living, we ain't take the Safeway
Bitch, I might shoot a nigga
Meet my ruger, nigga, yeah, yeah
I did the drums on this beat
Like Lex Luger, nigga, yeah yeah
'Kachi, he snapped on the melly
It's free that boy Melly, I think about murder
If I ain't rap, I'ma felly
Just wishing for opps showing up, Timmy Turner
Bitch, I'm the best, feel like a winner
You know the vibe
Eat chicken breast, had that for dinner
You know what time, I know I'm blessed
Bitch, I'm a sinner, we finna die
Gucci my vest
So if you gon' kill me, shoot at my eyes
You better shoot at my eyes
Nigga better
[Outro]
Boy, better shoot me right in my fucking head, you shoot at me, nigga
Niggas finna die today
@kalebfortinyuill2784
.JOEY TRAP - EYES. Lyrics
[Verse]
Niggas be beefing a lot
I don't do none of the talking, just chill with my shorty
If he want smoke, send my bro
He pull up with the action and bust with a .40
I'm with yo' bitch getting naughty
She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
Do what the streets always taught me
Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
I know he pussy, he talking, but never action
You know I'm packing
I do this shit with a passion
That's why I'm splashing
Diamonds is dancing
You niggas stuck in the past and I'm in the future
Race me, I'll lose ya'
You niggas copy, you junior
My niggas shoot, ya' chopper gon' tune ya'
I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread
I can't do the broke
I just be sipping that Henny, I smoke on that gas
I can't do the coke
I'm in that Phantom, like Danny
Yo' bitch drop her panties as soon as I spoke
Young niggas getting that money
I laugh to the bank like that shit is a joke
We just be vibe
I'm with the gang, we call it the tribe
Get with the time
Jewish and shit, but my lawyer still bribe
Can you describe me?
Bitch I'm the king, just know I get live
I'm with the tommy
Ain't no Hilfiger, this chopper gon' drive
Bitch, you a mess
You need a pack? Then say less
My niggas is blessed
Aim at ya' top, fuck a vest
Yo' bitch giving neck, she like how I dress
I'm 21, so I'm stressed a millionaire
Who would of guessed?
I'm finna floss like it's crest
I'm doing my thing, shorty, you know the rest
This one don't need any hook, I came here to gas, you came here to fish
I got my shit from the cook, you know he the chef, his special the brick
I write my shit like a book, it's easy to me, why you niggas look pissed?
I'm sorry, shorty, you shook?
I know that you love me, I'm never gon' kiss
You niggas weird, my nigga
I'm never gon' fear no nigga I'm talking 'bout
You prolly fear my niggas
'Cause we with the peels and triggers, I'm talking 'bout
Banana clip on the AK
Send 'em out, have you hit on the same day
I did this shit for the pay day
How we living, we ain't take the Safeway
Bitch, I might shoot a nigga
Meet my ruger, nigga, yeah, yeah
I did the drums on this beat
Like Lex Luger, nigga, yeah yeah
'Kachi, he snapped on the melly
It's free that boy Melly, I think about murder
If I ain't rap, I'ma felly
Just wishing for opps showing up, Timmy Turner
Bitch, I'm the best, feel like a winner
You know the vibe
Eat chicken breast, had that for dinner
You know what time, I know I'm blessed
Bitch, I'm a sinner, we finna die
Gucci my vest
So if you gon' kill me, shoot at my eyes
You better shoot at my eyes
Nigga better
[Outro]
Boy, better shoot me right in my fucking head, you shoot at me, nigga
Niggas finna die today
@nishaundow9201
The cover art is 🔥🔥🔥
@shilohmccoy6244
Fr looks like post-apocalyptic "Where's Waldo?
@nishaundow9201
@Shiloh McCoy "Where's Joey"
@wiktormuszynski4145
@Shiloh McCoy 😂
@thatoneguy6418
big fax
@tropical5135
what about the song lmao
@kamikaze2966
This song go harder then my mom slapping me
@ski752
cant wait 4 another banger joey
@561ILL
💧🔥
@dondakillax
about time u drop a song