Trappa Rappa lyrics

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Them b*tches seen us at the Clearport
Turnt the f*ck up; Start a riot at the airport
Shinnin' like the 'Big Tymers'; Diamonds cuttin' up
Mixmatch, with designer, who give a damn, f*ck
And i'm strapped up with the cannon; Who wanna damn slug?
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
Strapped up with the cannon who wanna damn slug?-

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
'Trapper', still a rapper; Fill my kitchen up with gas bud
Trappin' in mixmatch designer, b*tch! Who gives a damn-f*ck
Bigger than Frank Lucas, f*ck you think he get my 'mask' from?
Trigger finger ithin'; my young n*ggas like, "Who Daniel Son?"
Landin' the private jet, f*ckin' in turbulencе
That what be makin' the 'brain' fun
V-V-S diamonds, be causing a problеm
These b*tches be thinkin' I made the Sun
Watchin' me makin' my pack disappear-
These b*tches be thinkin' I made the 'wand'
Keep a double cup, like Pimp' and Don Jaun
My shoes are expensive, you bet' not step on--
'Trapper', still a rapper; Neighborhood 'capper'
The F&N, stick in it; I got an adapter
'Trapper', still a rapper; b*tch i'm the plug
Saran wrap the lean, the money comes faster
The Bentley, Saline; 'The Foreign Disaster'
These b*tches be praisin' me, like i'm a pastor
So many diamonds, I live in Alaska; Go! Go! Go!
--Backwards
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Them b*tches seen us at the Clearport
Turnt the f*ck up; Start a riot at the airport
Shinnin' like the 'Big Tymers'; Diamonds cuttin' up
Mixmatch, with designer, who give a damn, f*ck
And i'm strapped up with the cannon; Who wanna damn slug?
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
Strapped up with the cannon who wanna damn slug?-

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
They said, 'they seen me leavin Magic, with a dancer'
I got them racks on me, can't fold; can't keep my pants up!
You gotta stay down on ten-toes, to get yo' bands up!
They know, Longway, Guapo ball, like we got cancer!
b*tch, I ain't no rapper; Only 'rap' when we wrap bales up
They know, me and Capo, H.B.L, 'Birds of a Feather'
We mixmatch designer; 'xlusive gang; custom made leather!
See you at the airport... It's on sight, boy it's whatever
Real boss sh*t, n*gga... Call hits, get you 'off'ed', quick, n*gga
Smokin' weed in my office, n*gga; Sippin' lean in the c*ckpit
n*gga (I'm gettin' head)

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Them b*tches seen us at the Clearport
Turnt the f*ck up; Start a riot at the airport
Shinnin' like the 'Big Tymers'; Diamonds cuttin' up
Mixmatch, with designer, who give a damn, f*ck
And i'm strapped up with the cannon; Who wanna damn slug?
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
'Trapper', still a rapper; I'm the damn 'Plug'
Strapped up with the cannon who wanna damn slug?-