Seal lyrics

[Intro: Almighty Suspect]
Stop muhf*ckin’ playin’ n*gga, yeah
I’m much f*ckin’ trippin’, all on the muhf*ckin’ beat, b*tch!
And my n*gga Joey Trap, trippin’, hoe!
Stop muhf*ckin’ — playin!

[Chorus: Joey Trap]
If it don’t got a seal, my n*gga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me, n*gga take yo b*tch back
King need a coffin, n*gga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
n*ggas! Ay! I’m on this hot sh*t
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (ay)
Imma f*ck her once, she turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna f*ck with that n*gga, you get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it, we turnt up little b*tch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
'sOver, Ay! Lil n*gga, this is Balmain and BAPE, not Hilfiger
Imma get some brain and run it like Quiksilver
If I ever need to say something twice
You get five fingers on ya—

[Chorus]
If it don’t got a seal, my n*gga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me, n*gga take yo b*tch back
King need a coffin, n*gga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
n*ggas! Ay! I’m on this hot sh*t
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (ay)
Imma f*ck her once, she turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna f*ck with that n*gga, you get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it, we turnt up little b*tch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
'sOver—
[Verse 1: AlmightySuspect]
I needa get bands, if this n*gga run up on me I’m gon’ leave him in a can
Guns and the backwoods, blow him out his pants
Steady talkin’ on the net, you the n*gga in the stands
And n*ggas trippin’ and they know to call my phone
n*ggas said he takin’ what?
b*tch, he waitin’ at his home
In his big sus skirt, I ain’t never been no hoe
I’m the first one to shoot, n*ggas know I’m trained to go
Choppa eat n*gga up like he Pac-Man
b*tch, ain't bring the dough, get back hand
And I’m finna fly, n*gga says packed in
And if the b*tch act up, she get smacked in

[Verse 2: Joey Trap]
b*tch’ll act tough, she get muhf*ckin’ slapped up
This nine on my lap, I don't know how to act
Dumb ass n*gga, ran off with his pack
You won’t get that sh*t back
This a [?]

[Chorus]
If it don’t got a seal, my n*gga I can’t sip that
Please get her off me, n*gga take yo b*tch back
King need a coffin, n*gga I’m finna rip that
He ain’t got me coughing, brodie it’s that lip pack
n*ggas! Ay! I’m on this hot sh*t
It’s 2 in the mornin’, we still out, be on the block, (yeah)
Imma f*ck her once, she turned on me and then I tossed strips
Girl you finna f*ck with that n*gga, you get blue tips
Bullets, ay, I might pull it, we turnt up little b*tch, to the fullest
Why she gotta give me your bread 'cuz I threw this
Plus she finna give me some head, or get two fists
'sOver, Ay!