[{"id":15023401,"name":"Snakes / Grass","trackName":"Snakes / Grass","artistName":"Joey Trap","albumName":"Trap Jack 2","duration":134.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Prxz\n\nI got a thirty clip\nThey all be hating\nMy life is amazing\nSo y'all talking shit\nWhile I'm working bitch\nYou know I'm faded\nMight decapitate you\nMy blade is serrated\nMight hurt ya bitch\nPull up in a muthafuckin Benz\nWit the rims on\nTint gone\nYou can see me rolling wit my timbs on\nRollie with the rose gold\nNo no\n9 shake ya head like a snow globe\nOh no\nThis ain't lil yatchy im on a lil boat\nWith a lil thottie she giving me throat\nSaid she she not crazy but liked to be choked\nI ever seen a mutha call a Nigga broke\nThey probly be hating cus they just wanna be like Joey\nI gotta 30 clip all in my 40\nGo to SD bet them boys really know me\nNew York and San Diego bet we be rolling\n\nYSL my motherfuckin' PJs\nPop another Xanax I just hop that I can replay\nMy whole\nImage in my mind before my regret\nI go straight over the border then you know we bouta fuckin\nTurn up, hitting up my plug\nMore drugs, plus more luck\nWe just red up, so what?\nHit her with the pump\nNow she looking slumped\nSo we bouta come up with the gun and then we bust\n\nGot it for the low\nBottom of the rubber\nI could spot him with a 4 mill screamin' make bodies go stopm him\nCrop him\nSleeping with the fuckin' over\nWhippin' up a demond out the clip and go rush him\nFlush him, dirty I sip\nAct, AH, VIS, we be goin' on trips\nAcid dip, real sick, hit a lick\nBloods and Crips, flippin' up another lip\n9 on hip\n\nJoey I'm breathing right now but it's seeming that I am just dreaming\nReality knows I'm a feind and a heathen but fuck it still scheming\nI'm running from police\nYou know that I'm Kobe\nJust holding an empty clip filled with the snow from my Rollie\nMy ice is just holy but woah I keep rolling\nI'm rolling I'm rolling\nI'm keeping that shit\nThat smell loud even if you is really not close\nI just hope when i wake up that I won't see ghost\nBut my drive way got 5 so there won't be no hope\nShe got 9 in her throat I just hope she don't choke\nYall can't stop me I won't till I go overdose\nI just wanna sip lean and rock some polo tho","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Snakes / Grass\n  artist: Joey Trap\n  album: Trap Jack 2\n  duration_ms: 134000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Prxz\n\n  I got a thirty clip\n  They all be hating\n  My life is amazing\n  So y'all talking shit\n  While I'm working bitch\n  You know I'm faded\n  Might decapitate you\n  My blade is serrated\n  Might hurt ya bitch\n  Pull up in a muthafuckin Benz\n  Wit the rims on\n  Tint gone\n  You can see me rolling wit my timbs on\n  Rollie with the rose gold\n  No no\n  9 shake ya head like a snow globe\n  Oh no\n  This ain't lil yatchy im on a lil boat\n  With a lil thottie she giving me throat\n  Said she she not crazy but liked to be choked\n  I ever seen a mutha call a Nigga broke\n  They probly be hating cus they just wanna be like Joey\n  I gotta 30 clip all in my 40\n  Go to SD bet them boys really know me\n  New York and San Diego bet we be rolling\n\n  YSL my motherfuckin' PJs\n  Pop another Xanax I just hop that I can replay\n  My whole\n  Image in my mind before my regret\n  I go straight over the border then you know we bouta fuckin\n  Turn up, hitting up my plug\n  More drugs, plus more luck\n  We just red up, so what?\n  Hit her with the pump\n  Now she looking slumped\n  So we bouta come up with the gun and then we bust\n\n  Got it for the low\n  Bottom of the rubber\n  I could spot him with a 4 mill screamin' make bodies go stopm him\n  Crop him\n  Sleeping with the fuckin' over\n  Whippin' up a demond out the clip and go rush him\n  Flush him, dirty I sip\n  Act, AH, VIS, we be goin' on trips\n  Acid dip, real sick, hit a lick\n  Bloods and Crips, flippin' up another lip\n  9 on hip\n\n  Joey I'm breathing right now but it's seeming that I am just dreaming\n  Reality knows I'm a feind and a heathen but fuck it still scheming\n  I'm running from police\n  You know that I'm Kobe\n  Just holding an empty clip filled with the snow from my Rollie\n  My ice is just holy but woah I keep rolling\n  I'm rolling I'm rolling\n  I'm keeping that shit\n  That smell loud even if you is really not close\n  I just hope when i wake up that I won't see ghost\n  But my drive way got 5 so there won't be no hope\n  She got 9 in her throat I just hope she don't choke\n  Yall can't stop me I won't till I go overdose\n  I just wanna sip lean and rock some polo tho\n"},{"id":34432636,"name":"Snakes / Grass","trackName":"Snakes / Grass","artistName":"Joey Trap","albumName":"Trap Jack 2","duration":119.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Prxz\n\nI got a thirty clip\nThey all be hating\nMy life is amazing\nSo y'all talking shit\nWhile I'm working bitch\nYou know I'm faded\nMight decapitate you\nMy blade is serrated\nMight hurt ya bitch\nPull up in a muthafuckin Benz\nWit the rims on\nTint gone\nYou can see me rolling wit my timbs on\nRollie with the rose gold\nNo no\n9 shake ya head like a snow globe\nOh no\nThis ain't lil yatchy im on a lil boat\nWith a lil thottie she giving me throat\nSaid she she not crazy but liked to be choked\nI ever seen a mutha call a Nigga broke\nThey probly be hating cus they just wanna be like Joey\nI gotta 30 clip all in my 40\nGo to SD bet them boys really know me\nNew York and San Diego bet we be rolling\n\nYSL my motherfuckin' PJs\nPop another Xanax I just hop that I can replay\nMy whole\nImage in my mind before my regret\nI go straight over the border then you know we bouta fuckin\nTurn up, hitting up my plug\nMore drugs, plus more luck\nWe just red up, so what?\nHit her with the pump\nNow she looking slumped\nSo we bouta come up with the gun and then we bust\n\nGot it for the low\nBottom of the rubber\nI could spot him with a 4 mill screamin' make bodies go stopm him\nCrop him\nSleeping with the fuckin' over\nWhippin' up a demond out the clip and go rush him\nFlush him, dirty I sip\nAct, AH, VIS, we be goin' on trips\nAcid dip, real sick, hit a lick\nBloods and Crips, flippin' up another lip\n9 on hip\n\nJoey I'm breathing right now but it's seeming that I am just dreaming\nReality knows I'm a feind and a heathen but fuck it still scheming\nI'm running from police\nYou know that I'm Kobe\nJust holding an empty clip filled with the snow from my Rollie\nMy ice is just holy but woah I keep rolling\nI'm rolling I'm rolling\nI'm keeping that shit\nThat smell loud even if you is really not close\nI just hope when i wake up that I won't see ghost\nBut my drive way got 5 so there won't be no hope\nShe got 9 in her throat I just hope she don't choke\nYall can't stop me I won't till I go overdose\nI just wanna sip lean and rock some polo tho","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Snakes / Grass\n  artist: Joey Trap\n  album: Trap Jack 2\n  duration_ms: 119000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Prxz\n\n  I got a thirty clip\n  They all be hating\n  My life is amazing\n  So y'all talking shit\n  While I'm working bitch\n  You know I'm faded\n  Might decapitate you\n  My blade is serrated\n  Might hurt ya bitch\n  Pull up in a muthafuckin Benz\n  Wit the rims on\n  Tint gone\n  You can see me rolling wit my timbs on\n  Rollie with the rose gold\n  No no\n  9 shake ya head like a snow globe\n  Oh no\n  This ain't lil yatchy im on a lil boat\n  With a lil thottie she giving me throat\n  Said she she not crazy but liked to be choked\n  I ever seen a mutha call a Nigga broke\n  They probly be hating cus they just wanna be like Joey\n  I gotta 30 clip all in my 40\n  Go to SD bet them boys really know me\n  New York and San Diego bet we be rolling\n\n  YSL my motherfuckin' PJs\n  Pop another Xanax I just hop that I can replay\n  My whole\n  Image in my mind before my regret\n  I go straight over the border then you know we bouta fuckin\n  Turn up, hitting up my plug\n  More drugs, plus more luck\n  We just red up, so what?\n  Hit her with the pump\n  Now she looking slumped\n  So we bouta come up with the gun and then we bust\n\n  Got it for the low\n  Bottom of the rubber\n  I could spot him with a 4 mill screamin' make bodies go stopm him\n  Crop him\n  Sleeping with the fuckin' over\n  Whippin' up a demond out the clip and go rush him\n  Flush him, dirty I sip\n  Act, AH, VIS, we be goin' on trips\n  Acid dip, real sick, hit a lick\n  Bloods and Crips, flippin' up another lip\n  9 on hip\n\n  Joey I'm breathing right now but it's seeming that I am just dreaming\n  Reality knows I'm a feind and a heathen but fuck it still scheming\n  I'm running from police\n  You know that I'm Kobe\n  Just holding an empty clip filled with the snow from my Rollie\n  My ice is just holy but woah I keep rolling\n  I'm rolling I'm rolling\n  I'm keeping that shit\n  That smell loud even if you is really not close\n  I just hope when i wake up that I won't see ghost\n  But my drive way got 5 so there won't be no hope\n  She got 9 in her throat I just hope she don't choke\n  Yall can't stop me I won't till I go overdose\n  I just wanna sip lean and rock some polo tho\n"}]