Lyrics I Be There - Johnny Badaxx

Once the door is locked theres no way out
The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of
And the only door to the outside locks like a vault
There's no electricity
No phone
No one within miles
So no way to call for help
Like a coffin (22 I put that on my)
Im interested in your reasons for this uh party
Ghosts doctor
I think everyone wonders what they would do
If they saw a ghost

Find me in the trap I be there
Find me in the back I be there
I be on a hunned I be there (TKAY)
Money long its growin out my hair
Why the fuck is you be MIA
I can see you whip witout no tint
All my nigga blood we red
From the bottom you can hit em up instead
Countin up my bread
Nah I aint hearin whatchu sayin
All my niggas gettin paid
Find me in the trap I be there
Country club assassin
I be stackin up the chedda yeah
The competitions rattled cuz they know I did it better
I see your girls a nickel
And im only fuckin dimes
My cocain rockstar parties
IG models sniffin lines
I be in the back
Wearing black
Sippin yack
This my trap
Rollin gas
Fuck a tax
Contract maxed yeah
Run up on the spot we never scared
Talkin to my glock we come prepared
Find me in the trap I be there
Find me in the back I be there
I be on a hunned I be there
Money long its growin out my hair
Why the fuck is you be MIA
I can see you whip witout no tint
All my nigga blood we red
From the bottom you can hit em up instead
Countin up my bread
Nah I aint hearin whatchu sayin
All my niggas gettin paid
Find me in the trap I be there
My trap spot is haunted
Attic I hear walkin
Static aint no talkin
Deads in my pocket
Dreads like a rasta
Drip like a faucet
Ooz in my closet
Got goons n sum goblins
Shooter n robbers
School for the commas
Crews eatin pasta with shrimp
Like the mobsters
Again with the sauce (Yeah)
Praise to my dogs (Yeah)
Thrown all the salt (Yeah)
Theres a ghost in the loft (Yeah)
Find me in the trap I be there
Find me in the back I be there
I be on a hunned I be there (TKAY)
Money long its growin out my hair
Why the fuck is you be MIA
I can see you whip witout no tint
All my nigga blood we red
From the bottom you can hit em up instead
Countin up my bread
Nah I aint hearin whatchu sayin
All my niggas gettin paid
Find me in the trap I be there