Trill Nye - Cracker Trapper (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Cracker Trapper] Yo Now you heard this beat before Cracker trapper remix coming at you (Jar-Jar Bluntz: Cracker traaap) Brought some homies with me (TBone: Aight) (Yeet) (Trill Nye: Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) Yeah Going in 'Bout to k** it [Chorus] Cracker, I'm a cracker trapper (Squad, squad) x4 [Verse 1: Jar-Jar Bluntz] In this b**h first like a motherf**er put in a hearse because he got shot for snatching her purse and I'm like Oh b**h I cut your a**, beat your a** and put you in a ditch Yeeah With the Cracker Trapper going hard it's the remix going ham and you know that I ain't a salad Because you know my sh** is valid Spitting crack Trappin cracker with the Cracker Trapper He's so dapper Looking happier than a f**ing clam Will.i.am is a b**h f** you and your b**h Uuuuuuuuhh Shouts out to Haystacks In this b**h cracker trapping! [Verse 2: Haystacks] Yeah! (Alright, okay, yeah.) Cracker Trapper Cracker Trapper we in this sh** Cracker Trapper and the mother' master slayer Haystacker Uh And I got these racks in my back pocket Uh And like supreme uh cause I rock it in my team uh Yeah I got them right behind me Hanging from my socket like my elbow Whoops I spit it up and though- Oh sh** I Didn't mean to say that But I'll keep it I'll go I'll flow Like the Ipswich River so endless And I'm in that sh** forever Pull a bow and arrow on you from my quiver Yeah, and all my sh** is penless Yeah, of course I deliver Through my ta-d'aw f** I f**ed up God dammit Yeah, I hate it when I run out of sh** to say Yeah, it's the worst But I take my get-out and spray you like Bobby Shmurda Yeah, I said it I spray for you And then I I f**ing I'll go gay for you -- Just kidding nah n***a Just at the prep Sixteen bigger six figures, Yeah, I made it Yeah, and of course I rep my team Yeah, I'm faded That Hay's got that lean, Uh Uh Uh, and I keep it clean Okay Don't got Much to say The original cracker trapper and here okay Uh Uh Okay, I'm done That's the, that's the end of the day [Interlude: Jar-Jar Bluntz] Yo, this is DJ Professor Crack Trap About to hear from my n***a Pablo Pablo Pablo Pablo Pablo in this b**h, Pablo X7 Es-co-bars You know About to remix this shdsh sh** Yeah son You know About to be hot as f** Spits bars like Charizard Spits hotter than f**ing gumbo, man Get ready man Got the Sriracha and everything Get ready [Verse 3: Pablo X7 Escobars] Blunt in my mouth Blunt in my hand Can't understand my plan to sell grams to the fans In the stands go grab me like a cow The who*es all say ow Got a gun that goes blaow I got money Steal your honey Hopping like bunnies I'll be chummy with your mummy and then i'll cummy in her tummy Pablo Escobars Yeah I'll get far Riding in my car Like winnifresh Because I'm fresh Fresher than the best Gun under my vest k**ing b**hes like: BLAAOW [Chorus] [Verse 4: Cracker Trapper] Yeah! I'm hot like Sriracha Yeah! My mom just made me pasta Now I'm gonna write this mother rap faster Like I'm f**ing driving f** a car in NASCAR Yeah I'm the Cracker Trapper Yeah Call me up I'll slap you Yeah, Yeah I got a gun to blast you Like my dick blast cum into your a** like that's done Like I'm Raz Fresco I'm rapping on these tests go I will make the test flow And make my f**ing rap flow I will f**ing hit that sh** I will f**ing use my dick And hit that target already gone and spit my f**ing cracker sh** Boom, boom, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah,yeah, yeah, blaow [Verse 5: T-Bone 11749] Listen up, I like my women in twos If you f** with me, then you'll get a bruise I'm T-Bone, so that means I never lose I like to pick it man, I like to choose I pull up to Dunk's with my homie D You know we munching on that bacon egg and chee' Was in the bathroom the other day, taking a pee Turn to the side, guess who I see Some motherf**er was staring at my D I popped a cap in his a**, for staring at me Was put in the state can, yeah I did some time Robbed a couple stores, not a real big crime Can't find me a date where I'm not on my grind Cause b**h I'm T-Bone 11749 Come at me and I'll take you as hostage I'll tie you up and put you into storage The world is giving me all of it's knowledge That's why, man, I ain't going to college [Verse 6: Sam Stone] Yo Stone back in the house, ho Take your pants And drop them on the f**ing floor Cracker Trapper got me to come in On this beat So open up the door Uh And I understand If y'all have to skip this verse It's so f**ing deadly, it'll leave you in a hearse Honey was saying my style game is on point But not as much as my rolling sk**s, with a f**ing joint, ho And I'm not even 'bout that life Anymore Moving on New house, got 'bout twenty who*es! Sorry if my lyrics got you freezing-Icy like winter But we ain't f**ing If you got a cold sore Squad talking about Sriracha yeah I'm all about that rasta Your ride going bout 200, my lambo Still going faster [Verse 7: Tossed Ross] Ass Assy a** a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a**a** In the club Ass In my house Ass In my car Ass In the train MBTA a** to Boston Ass Ass, titty, a** Hit me up on Skype I'll blast my a** Titties, face I like those two things It's not a race But I got hit with mace once and I cried for like 6 days Last Wednesday had my first date And I took her to Chuckie Cheese's Yeah Then she schcsh cheesed on my dick Yeah That means she licked the tip Yeah Then we got some tokens Threw them in the air cause I thought she was joking Then I took her back to the crib I don't have a crib She thought I did f** that b**h [Verse 8: Trill Nye] Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Yo, Trill Nye in the house Throwing up her blouse She's like a mouse I f**ing grab her Grab her tits, grab her a** Then I'm going to pa** her To all the homies Then I'm going to grab another b**h Pour up some Coneys Smoke a cone, see On Coney Island with a b**h Like never been there before Saw it in a movie It was groovy She's going to do me in the jacuzzi It's f**ing nuts I'm f**ing rough I'm tough I f** her in the a** It's great I love it f**ing hate, f**ing shove it Like, what the f**? Like, sh**! Like, holy f**! God! Like, I'm God! I'm the pope, I'm dope Like, sh**! Clit, clit clit clit! Busting clips in your a** Cause I don't give a f** about you! [Verse 9: Vineyard Rhymes] Tom Ford, Valentino I got them chinos I'm sitting in Starbucks Drinking that low fat, no whipped cappuccino Yeah Just stepped out at dawn With some new Sperries I got on Tip toeing Tip toeing On the lawn Freshly cut by my gardner His name's Ron I'll make you a deal you cannot refuse You cross me I'll leave you black and blue For better or for worse There'll be no cash in that purse I'll be in a carriage drawn by horse With a couple of "hoes" of course Hey, you know what? I just slayed that verse [Verse 10: Young Cringle] Uh, yo Young Cringle Shout out to my boy Lou, shout out to my boy Joey, shout out to T-Bone 11749 He ain't going to college! Uh, yo! Feeling alright Feeling all good Goon squad hit me up when you wanna know what's good Just "relax yourself girl, please settle down" No need to overheat just vibe to the sound! Cause we're rhythm eclectics Jazzy eccentrics Coming at you now with superior genetics Our game is known from here to Compton While these s**er MCs don't even know what's popping You can't comprehend Brother, s**s for you Just try to sound it out like a [?] Word! Yo, shoutouts to all my boys Goonsquad Hell yeah Word [Verse 11: GreenT] [?]cracker but music doesn't want me [?] studio so long Don't even go up to pee and When I get down and dirty [?] that crank out thirty Sippin' on that liquor With so much energy the lights flicker [?] And I still go Rap is trying to turn me off but I still glow rise Just like the sun in the morning Better keep rising I'm like global warming Cause the hate dries this little cracker through The gate of heaven Drift up that lavish lifestyle Ever since I hit eleven Knew I was going to be the best [?] my rhymes are so dope I failed the peep test In rhyming An get closer to the lime but I'm starting to taste sour Play these beats over and over in my room for an hour And time's clicking And I'm sicking And It seems like everyone else is just dicking And my rhymes are so hard to life I aggro In the cee-ty when they see me When the look up in the air I'm like the Superman Because I'm always high And so, they see my name as I fly by In the sky Doing this until the day I die And you know why Cause I'm representing T. E. A Trevor Eliminator All Day [Verse 12: Dr. F] Yo, what's up mans Dr. F in this motherf**er Like Magic Mike Or Mike Meehan I be rapping Like I'm f**ing Peter Pan I got ill rhymes, yo I've got f**ing tight rhymes And my mom's clit She likes her f**ing Clit And everybody wants to do it I'm not really trying to fight Except if you're a b**h Then I'll f**ing fight And I've got rhymes Like Kites They're so high in the sky They're like Mike Mike, Mike, Mike I'm on the mic And f**ing rappin and sh** I like s**ing on licorice Uh Yeah that's right My names f**ing Dr. F f** Carfox f** Trill Nye That's right, he's a p**y And f** you guys, b**h [Outro: Cracker Trapper] Yo dude, this is f**ing dope That song had all the craziest n***as on it f**ing Cracker Trapper mixtape, last track Peace out dawgs f** y'all